#I'll pull myself from this slump soon

[ama-ships]

It's been 4 years since Vergil and I got married. The first day of spring in a leap year and here we are again.

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My beloved Vergil, words cannot express how happy I've been throughout our marriage and our time together overall. I couldn't imagine life without you, despite certain things that did keep us apart for a time. I've forgiven that and forgiven you and I'm so glad I did. You've made me so happy, my light in the darkness. I'd do everything that happened all over again so long as it led to this every time.

I love you with all my heart. Happy anniversary, and here's to many more. You mean the absolute world to me. You are my Something Human. ♥

Love always, Amaryllis

[sailingintothenight]

“Starlight.” Bob Reynolds Imagine.

Summary: Following John Walker's advice, Bob decides to confess his feelings for you… to you.

A/N: Hi. First of all, thanks for the love on my first Bob imagine "A safe heaven". Secondly, I'm still getting to know Taylor Swift's music so I can't really call myself a fan, but like Jake Peralta said: she makes me feel things. She makes all of us feel things, Jake! So I quoted one of her songs here :) My first language is Spanish and I'm still learning English, so please excuse me if there are any grammatical errors. Thank you! And I think I messed up saying you were an Avenger, but the timeline is confusing so let's pretend it's okay, please?

Warning: nothing, just Bob being a cutie, the usual hehe

“Is (Y/N) back yet, Lena?”

“You mean (Y/N) and Bucky?”

“Yeah, right. Them.”

“No. Not yet—”

"Oh..."

Bob slumps down onto the couch, pulling his disappointed look away from Yelena and her emotion detector within her gaze, which could detect his emotions in a heartbeat.

“I just know they’re about to. In 10 minutes, I think.”

But it was the talented Taylor Swift that once said: you’ve got a smile that can light up this whole town, and now, Bob’s smile behind the milkshake he holds with two hands (not a big one, just adorable and shy), fighting his own nerves, could light up the whole world. Through small but significant moments, pieces of happiness that he has been collecting with you, Bob had begun to regain his own light, little by little, with them making his eyes bright again, like tiny twinkling stars after his life had been darker than an undiscovered galaxy—still and silent, without a light source, nonexistent until someone notices its presence.

And that's what you'd done from the beginning: seeing him and his warm personality.

Always warm like the edge of his heart even in the midst of his storms, with you managing to look directly into the core of his overwhelming fears, the most hidden and the most obvious ones. And without meaning to, without seeking it, Bob had found himself leaning toward you, finding refuge in your inexhaustible source of love when he felt a little down, a love that you always showered upon him in many ways, with a word of empathy or a physical display of affection, like the loving way you pushed a lock of his hair aside, (one of his rebellious locks that sometimes rested in front of his eyes) even though it always fell back almost into place, making you laugh.  

But when everything was alright, life was even better between back–and–forth conversations or the deepest ones, like the days and nights you two spent together to decipher if ghosts were real or solving the unsolved mysteries that lingered, and there, Bob could see the way even your eyes smiled every time your lips curved upward. You smiled and laughed a lot with him, and with the group, Bob paid full attention to your expression more than to other's, learning to differentiate your sound from the rest in a second.

"Yeah, Bob, your little girlfriend is coming back soon. You must be so excited."

John's voice is flat, his back on the couch, directing his attention to the TV, but so full of mockery that Bob can feel it in the way his cheeks and the tips of his ears burn.

"(Y/N) is not my girlfriend."

"But you want her to be. I can see you dying to hold her, to hug her, and to kiss her. I bet you dream about it every day."

Yelena gives a long sigh, sinking deeper into the comfort of the other long couch, but her bored expression is just as threatening as when her eyes flared at any sign of danger.

"Why do you always have to be such a jerk, Walker?"

"I'm just being supportive!" John looks slightly surprised, as if his support system actually comes with sarcasm inevitably, lowering the arms he used to emphasize his protest. "I'll give you some advice, Bob—"

"I didn't ask for your advice."

“Well, I’ll give it to you anyway. Tell (Y/N) how you feel, that you care a little too much for her or that you’re in love in her, I don’t know, but do it today, don’t wait for tomorrow because tomorrow is a bitch sometimes and who knows? Maybe we could get attacked by some alien and die.”

“That sounds fun, actually.”

Bob frowns, eyes a little more open, confused and slightly terrified, looking for some trace of sarcasm in Yelena’s deadpan voice, but when the elevator dings announcing your arrival, and Bucky’s, his head turns in your direction, meeting your gaze as you smile back when he does it first, feeling his own joy of seeing you again beating within him.

Bob wondered sometimes if stars also existed in the eyes, not only in the night sky.

“It’s so great to have you back, guys.” John sits down, fighting his own smirk. “We’re very happy to see you, aren’t we, Bob?”

Making his existence smaller, Bob nods, his body shrinking a little, but as Bucky recounts the events of the successful mission that lasted less than the expected number of days, you take your backpack from him and head towards your room. Yet it's your gaze that catches the way Walker continues to drag his mocking eyes between Bob and you, a second before looking away.

Messy minds tended to be the noisiest, you knew this well as you found a way to coexist peacefully with outside noises, building a wall around yourself and your mind so you wouldn't hear them even in your sleep, but as you disappear down the hallway, Walker leans forward, his brow furrowing deeply at the pain that begins to throb in the front of his head, like a hammer hitting a nail.

"Another headache, Walker?" Yelena asks.

"Yeah, maybe I should see a doctor."

Yelena maintains a flat expression, though it amuses her to tears the way John hadn't realized that it was you who caused them, but she remains determined not to give herself away even when her gaze meets Bucky's, (who wants to laugh too) while she coughs softly to hide Bob's chuckle as he stands up.

"Maybe you should just stop being such a jerk."

"What, Bob?"

"Nothing."

But Walker had a point, Bob thinks sadly, all the time it takes him to make a milkshake for you. Between the sips of coffee that left a bitter taste on the tip of your tongue when you finished it, he knew you also enjoyed something just sweet, a drink that was like a remnant of a past life, a memory of your childhood, a whole journey that made you smile.

Bob didn't seek you out, and before you, he was just existing with empty hands and a mind full of dark thoughts, until things took a turn, and then his hand was always full with yours holding it, and a mind occupied as Bob began to replace the unwanted memories with something better, stopping living on autopilot, answering that question of whether things would ever get better.

Now, Bob turns the corner and enters the long corridor of rooms, and his sharp hearing registers the song playing in the distance, which grows slightly louder as he approaches the half–open door, a second voice providing the backing vocals, your voice, coming to him like a soft breeze. And he doesn't mean to spy, but shy as he usually is, Bob leans a little bit over the frame, his nervous hand still holding the glass to his chest.

You are there, your back to him, singing at the same level as the voice in your phone, walking around the room, fixing your already made bed or rearranging your desk—Your space after losing your place in your house, your new little home.

With a glass window on the other side, it lets in the golden autumn light of the sunset and it shines and reflects on your head, and Bob feels a heat rise in his stomach that creep through his body, ending up on his cheeks (the ones that had managed to rest from Walker's teasing) with a violent thud that makes him swallow.

You're wearing loose jeans and an oversized light blue sweater with sunflowers woven into it in haphazard patterns, light blue as the sky when dawn is breaking and the darkness finally fades away, because nothing last forever, not even the absence of light—and with you looking like everything Bob never could dream of finding—a nervous, childlike smile, one of those full of innocence, like the warm feeling of first love, spreads across his face.

Not in a garish way, you are colorful, just like your soul and your clothes and your words. And right there, time seems suddenly frozen as he films everything about you in his gaze, as if a single second feels like a lifetime together through all those months living in the same place.

However, when you turn around and like a domino effect, his body jerks a second after yours when you see him there, with Bob holding the glass slightly away from his body so the tide inside doesn't splash him.

"Jesus, Bob, you scared me!" You laugh, a little nervous, and he's fast to apologize.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I was here a second ago, I promise." He swallows the lump in his throat when your sharp gaze seems to pierce through him, but you are not upset, just mocking him silently. "I just came to bring you this.”

There are many things you'd learned to over–feel after your mind expanded with your powers, like the noise in other people's heads, like the slight vibration of Bob's hand when he gives you the milkshake, with you holding the glass with both hands too.

“Thank you.” A gentle smile is drawn on your face. “This is so sweet of you, but you shouldn't have bothered, though, you know?”

He shakes his head.

“It's no bother.”

Bob pushes his hands into his pockets, almost rocking back and forth, lingering there for a moment as you take the first sip, and when you tell him it tastes great, he just smiles.

Bob is beautiful on the outside too, adorable with his casual style, (clothes he carefully selects just to sit on the couch with you, or go to the few places you frequent together) with his angelic face and his eyes looking at you now as you two talk, sitting side by side on the floor while working together on your new 1,000–piece puzzle, but not meeting your eyes for more than two, maybe three consecutive seconds before he looks away.

With your attention on the ground, you feel the warmth of his body radiating like waves nearby, like the power of that fiery star that hangs between the warmest days. Life moves like a whisper beside him, soft after a storm, quiet like when calm comes after chaos, and you love that.  

“Bob, do you know who Stitch is?”

He looks up from the piece in his hand and nods, those two unruly chocolate strands of hair at each side bouncing with the movement, only to frame his face and that nervous look reflected in his warm blue eyes, but they can never hide the joy Bob feels when he sees the happiness in yours, and now, in that very moment, there is an overflowing, almost childlike thrill in them. Like finding a sapphire among a pile of faded rocks, the light in your eyes always shone no matter the season, like the sparkling autumn that paints the city now—and Bob Reynolds loves autumn.

“Great. You're coming to the movies with me tomorrow then.”

“L–like a date?”

Yet the sound of the silent autumn breeze blowing leaves down on the main street is even louder than his mental whisper, even though no one hears him in there. His heart beats under his own anxiety, but Bob smiles with the possibility of only you and him in the cinema for the first time.

"Are the others coming with us?"

You feel it: the disappointment in his voice at a positive response.

“Well, no: Lena didn't have a real childhood, so she doesn't know about those kinds of movies. Walker is a walking insult machine. Ava would somehow make kids cry if they get too loud. And I'm pretty sure Bucky's older than that radioactive cheese living in the fridge that no one dares throw away, so he only watches classics.”

Bob chuckles with a small, nervous but colorful sound.

“That cheese scares me. Kinda looks at me funny.”

“Isn’t that right?! I feel like it could give us even worse powers than we already have.”

He nods, frowning, but maintaining an amused expression as he holds your gaze.

“Yeah. It’s been there for a suspicious amount of time now. Maybe it’s a spy.”

You laugh in surprise.

“When I asked Alexei if he wanted to come, I tried to explain that Stitch was an alien, and the poor man started hyperventilating. An alien?! We should prepare for invasion, yeah?” You do your best to imitate his accent, and the joy of Bob’s deep laugh is adorable, warm, even when it falters because of his constant nervousness. “It was my fault. Maybe I shouldn’t have started talking about an alien after the Chitauri tried to invade the city and then others kept coming.”

Bob swallows, considering whether his next words might cross the line, hurting you even though he'd never do it on purpose. He knew a bit about your history and your brief stint with the Avengers, about your lab–gained powers, but all that little information was just scratching the surface of a life that so drastically changed the course of your path.

"Can I ask you a question?"

You can see Bob's gaze fixed on the puzzle out of the corner of your eye, but you nod anyway.

"Of course you can."

"Are you angry about what happened to you?”

Your gentle gaze rests on him, even though Bob does his best to focus his full attention on the pieces. You always knew and felt it (since you two started living together) that Bob was trying hard every day and with all his might to feel normal again too, not just to act it, fighting to return to what he was before the drugs and his depression, before his alter egos and his memory loss that kept him from living a full life when there were pieces hidden in the darkness that made him feel incomplete.

No one can live a full life if they always feel like something is missing, you had once told him.

And maybe his attempt to be who he was again made him beautiful too, so beautiful it hurts, even though Yelena's words still echo in your mind and chest: he's in love with you. Because Bob looks like literature written by a feminine hand, sweet like the male protagonist of the most romantic book in the world, the dream of those who read and dream of finding someone like him, with him never realizing his own virtues, always oblivious to all that beauty in him, inside and out, which only made him even more beautiful.

You and he were still young, young adults whose years of your lives were snatched away by selfish people who only sought their own benefit—but being in love still scared you more, even when you were already completely immersed in that feeling.

“No. Not anymore. I spent so much time angry that it wore me down, but I think I found again that something that kept me going when all seemed lost.”

Bob blinks, confused, but he looks up and keeps his eyes fixed on your face until yours meet his again, so he doesn't miss a single bit of your answer.

“And what was it?”

“Love.”

You laugh at the way his face contorts in surprise, angelic eyes (even after having seen hell) a little wide open, blending with his radiant innocence as Bob tries to take in your entire expression, looking in search of a hint of lie.

“I mean love in general, Bob.”

He calms down fast with your voice, and listens closely.

Those 4 letters seemed simple, but hid such a profound undertone. You were still discovering new things to love, but love made you feel as if after the wild waves, the water on the shore once again felt like a lullaby, soothing your life until they became nothing more than a delicate whisper on the sand.

“I spent so much time hating myself that I forgot my parents and my older brother taught me to love myself properly, deeply. But then I felt again the love I had for people and things, the one I had before waking up on a gurney in that secret facility: my love for my family, for books, animals, for movies, for the few but good friends I had, and even for that boy with ocean–colored eyes I was getting to know in a sunny Los Angeles.”

Not everything was perfect, but Bob feels you are in the right path to find peace with the bad things that happened to you and the things you had to leave unfinished, and as he weighs your words, he knows they are like the first breath of fresh air after feeling scorching heat in your lungs, or like a light in the darkness.

"I was so close to you and didn't know it." He chuckles, with a hint of melancholy as Bob wonders what it would have been like to know you in another life, before the catastrophe, though now, he is happy he can feel a connection with you, as if he'd actually met you before. "I wish I could have met you back there."

"Yeah, me too. But everything I've been through has led me to this moment with you, so I wouldn't trade it for anything."

Your gaze returns to the puzzle when his gaze moves away from you for a moment, but coming back in the next second to admire what you're letting him see—the profile of your face, the soft smile on your lips, and a new kind of peace he never felt before.

Bob confidently trusts that you're still the same despite past events, with the same laughter, the same desire to remain good, plus a power that spread through your mind. And everything still seems like a cozy autumn dream, with sensations so vivid that Bob can feel them on his skin, deep in his shy heart, wanting to live in it forever.

However, in a more selfish sense, like he never was, Bob wonders what it would feel like to be loved by you, in a romantic, deep, and real way like he's never experienced. Because now Bob understands that your laughter and your smile and your happiness hid so much feeling, so much so that he could compare you to a romantic movie—the kind that has you in tears mid–act but has always a happy ending, and when the credits roll, there's always a soulful ballad sung and a high note at the end that makes you tremble.

Surely, your love for things and people was just as beautiful as that.  

Your hand rests on your leg, empty, and Bob wants to take it, hold it while you lead the way, because he knows that he would follow you wherever you went, and that in a crowd, he would always find you. It's like an invisible light around you only he can see, like a thread tied to his pinky finger connected to yours.  

“I’m in love with you.” His whisper threatens to fade into the void again, even when your nervous gaze catches his, but Bob knows he has to tell you his feelings now before he stops being brave and his words die a cruel death inside him. “You were the first person who told me I wasn’t invisible, that you wouldn’t leave me behind even when I told you I was a threat. And I really tried to stop thinking of you this way because I know we’re friends, but every time I close my eyes I can see you, and when I sleep I can hear you in my mind, and that’s so much nicer…” Bob’s little smile is shy, him watching yours, which is somewhat saddened by the weight of his past, fragments of it he shared with you during your time together. “When I’m alone I want to see you, and when we are together I wish we could be together all day. I know I have nothing to offer you, and that sometimes I’m a little cloudy like Lena calls me, but you are confident, and you are smart, and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same—”

“I do feel the same.” A small, shy chuckle past by between your lips, feeling a heat in your cheeks, watching your fingers as you gather the courage to look him in the eye, followed by a sigh that seems to let go of a piece of your own past. “And that’s what scares me, but not enough to make me not want to be with you.”

Then, his hand envelops yours, calming you and your fears, steadying your whole world as your eyes return to his. Your vision of him is clearer, nervous but receptive, open to new sensations, and even with his own fears and insecurities piercing his heart, Bob leans forward, with you mirroring the gesture, the image of the other in yours and his closed eyelids, allowing yourself to be felt on each other's lips.

And the kiss is soft like his whole existence, bright in the dark, like the starlight that lingered in your gaze all the time.

Your hand squeezes his gently as his lips move against yours, just a little bit, soft and cautious as he calmly acknowledges this new part of you, but after living numb for so long, feeling this moment feels so good.

Bob pulls away, just enough to rest his forehead against yours, eyes still closed.

"Walker told me to tell you how I felt... today." He chuckles, speaking softly so as not to clash with the new environment, which is more welcoming than the last ten seconds. "Can't believe he was right."

You pull away a little more, opening your eyes again as he does too, chuckling with him at John's expense, and you push back that curly strand of hair of his with your free hand, which moves back almost into place, but as Bob leans forward again, you two know that from now on, life would be even brighter.

[lovetei]

Hi i just read the current fic you wrote about the brothers seeing sheep mc turn into human in front of everyone and was wondering if i could request a fic/headcannon where sheep mc turn into human when they are alone with the brothers.

Thanks for reading 🥰🥰🥰

Eyy, I knew someone would request this sometime. So as the poll result, I'll make this request first. I actually do requests in a "first come, first serve" manner before but I guess I'll do what you guys want to see first :b

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Their reaction to Sheep!MC turning into their human form, naked, in front of them

Warnings: Suggestive, Vulgar words, might not reach your expectations, your gender is not specified, wrong use of tail, wrong use of desk, wrong use of car hood, wrong use of library, wrong spelling, wrong grammar

Versions: Demon brothers, Side Characters

Links: Masterlist

Tags: @commets-space @ikevampharem

Parts: Their reaction to Sheep MC changing into their human form at the end of the exchange program

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LUCIFER

You were on your small form

Sitting on top of Lucifer's desk, discussing some things about school

"I'm sorry, Luci. Can you give me a break..? Somethings wrong with me-" Is what you said before your small hands touched your forehead.

He asked you what's wrong but you just remained silent

Then you started glowing

And there you are

Sitting on top of his desk, naked, with both of your legs on each of his sides

He looked at you in shock, his hands trembling, having a hard time trying to stop them from pulling you close to himself "Well, well, well..." He stood up from his seat and pinned you on his desk.

He climbed on top of you with his knees in between your legs "I guess I'll be opening my christmas gift earlier than everyone else." Is the last thing he said before the doors of his office remained locked for the rest of the night.

MAMMON

You're out with, in a cliff, looking at the stars late at night

Sitting on the hood of his car as you two looked up at the sky and point out the beautiful constellations visible

When suddenly a shooting star passed by

Mammon kept on giggling and told you to make a wish and so you did

"I wish I can have my real body back..." Is what you said.

And after mere seconds, you're glowing, brighter than the stars.

Mammon looked at you, shocked, not believing the view in front of him "MC..?" He asked and you looked at him flustered, knowing that you're fully exposed "Are you okay?!" He asked panicking.

You just assured him that you are but then he smirked "You are?" He asked his voice deeper than before as he got on top of you "Then... How about if I do this?~" He teased as his hand hiked up your inner thigh.

LEVIATHAN

You and Levi are in his room, exploring the new event that appeared in your favorite game.

Sitting on his lap, you started to feel something wrong, like your blood is rushing and you're starting to feel hot even if you're close to Leviathan.

"Levi... I don't feel good... Can you hand me that water?" You asked.

Before he can even think about doing so, you started glowing which caught him off guard.

Right after the light dimmed down, your naked figure that is slumped on his desk while sitting on his lap appeared right before him like some reward.

"I'm so sorry, Levi let me just..." You tried to get off his lap but he held you down, his nails digging on your waist.

You tried to look back at him but his tail appeared out of nowhere and kept your head in place, he then stood up "What are you doing..?" You asked. It's not weird that he stood up, I mean he could be uncomfortable.

But what's weird is that he brought your hips together, his grinding behind yours "H-How could I stop myself..?!" His voice is whiny, even sounds like he's the one getting bent over.

"How can I stop myself when y-you're already in the position..?" He asked as you felt his fingers slowly entering you earning a loud gasp "Urgh!-" You chocked as soon as you gasped as his tail forced it self down your throat "Be good please... Just be g-good..!" He begged.

SATAN

Studying inside the Library with Satan will always be one of the best times

But this session will sure be one of the most memorable

In one of the hidden corners of the library, Satan is teaching you about the books only HOL can have.

When suddenly, a light lit up, brightening the dark corner of the library

But that wasn't a light

It was just you

Satan panicked as he thought that maybe he accidentally activated a spell while reading the book titles but... It seems that he's panicking for nothing.

He asked you a few times if you were okay and when you reassured him that you were, he can't help but smile as he watch you jump up and down out of pure happiness, seeming unaware that you're naked in front of him.

Just when he thought everything is perfect, someone just has to barge in 'I'm not letting anyone else see them like this.' is what he thought before he pinned you on one of the shelves with one of his hands covering your mouth and the other one caging you.

You asked "T-This is a good news... Why are you s-shutting me up?" like his good little slut, not even talking about how your legs is starting to quiver after he put one his in between yours, grinding them against you just right.

"Hmm... Do you want them to see you like this?" He leaned in closer to your ear as he licked your neck. He kept his hand on your mouth as he humped you up and down his leg, muffling all the sounds you're making.

"Shh... Control yourself and don't make a mess. You don't want to mess up all these books just because you're being a slut now do you?" He teased before you heard him unbuckle his belt.

ASMODEUS

Being a sheep sure is hard...

You can't wear anything else other than the clothes Asmo makes you.

And by most of the time the only thing you need to wear is some white collar with a tie to look presentable.

And so that's what you had Asmo make you for your formal presentation next week.

"Wow, Darling. Your skin is really... Glowing..?"

You looked at him shock, not knowing what to do after you saw yourself naked with only the white shirt collar and the black tie "Asmo-" "Stand up." He ordered.

He look stressed... His hand is covering his eyes as he he slowly turned around while you stand up. He then stand behind you, looking at your body through your reflection.

"I can't look at you face to face dear..." He explained as he plays with your hair from behind, and that's when you noticed how the pink of his eyes glow brighter than ever.

"But I can't let you go too..." He whined as his hands dropped to your waist "So what should we do..?" He asked as he went down to suck on your neck.

"Ah... And I'm not asking you to go out or anything..." He added "I just want to know what position you want to start to with~"

BEELZEBUB

You're on top of the kitchen counter as Beel eat the dessert you created

He's clearly enjoying it too, smiling so bright as he eats

"Beel can you check if I turn off the oven..?" You ordered as you started to feel hot

Beel looked at you in shock as you started to glow thinking you got caught in fire.

You looked at him in shock as you remained still "MC?" He called out and you just nervously said yes.

He remained silent as he looked at up and down "Is there something wrong..?" You asked while smiling nervously and he shook his head.

"No, I just... Got hungry." He commented making you confused, earlier he told you that your dessert made him feel full for once and now he's hungry again?

"Yes, yes... I feel full after eating those desserts but I'm hungry..." He repeated "For the one that cooked them." He added which caught you off guard.

BELPHEGOR

It was late at night and you're cuddling with Belphie

It's usually cold during night time in the Devildom but you're feeling unusually hot for some reason

You looked to your side and saw that Belphie is not even sweating

The room suddenly brightened so you thought that someone opened the room and turned on the lights

But Belphie is here and Beel is out for night work out

Oh... It's coming from you...

You looked around and realized that Belphegor is still asleep, you also realized that you're naked, completely, and so you tried to get off the bed to at least put some clothes on and get back to cuddling him.

Wanting to surprise him as soon as he wakes up, the thought makes you giggle constantly but when you're about to get off the bed someone grabbed your wrist.

"Fuck..." He groaned out, his head thrown back and his eyes glowing purple "I want to elt you do what you want and wait until the morning so that your little surprise plan will work but..." He explained.

"But you just have to make me so damn hard." He teased, even chuckling a little before he picked you up and put you on top of him, slightly grinding you against the obvious tent in his pants.

"Move." He ordered "And maybe if you satisfied me enough I'll let you get off this bed and pretend that I don't know about your plan the next morning." He mocked.

"That is if you can still walk after this." He grinned.

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[berryz-writes]

I'll try harder

11) Ends up in the infirmary a lot, Madam Pomfrey thinks he's a "troubled yet entertaining student"

Theo x reader

"Where is my boyfriend?" I asked Draco, my annoyance increasing with his obvious distractions so he didn't have to answer my question.

He gave me a once over, his cool gaze unaffected by my anger "Your boyfriend is currently busy. I'm sure you'll see him tomorrow...or in a few days depending on the situation"

I was going to pull my hair out if I didn't get a direct answer soon "Draco Malfoy if you don't tell me right now I will drag Pansy here and tell her you like her"

His blank expression didn't change except the flicker of annoyance in his grey eyes "And where did you receive that false information from?"

I smiled at him "Just because it's false doesn't mean people aren't going to believe it. Did you know all it takes is one little whisper for a rumour to be spread across the whole of Hogwarts?"

Draco smirked, crossing his arms "Blackmailing me, y/l/n? Looks like Nott does benefit you in some way."

"Tell me"

"He's in the hospital wing and before you run away to mother him, if I hear a single word about me liking that awful witch-"

"Your threats don't matter to me right now, Malfoy. But thanks anyway" I rushed off to where he had said Theo was, trying to rid my thoughts of everything that I imagined had happened to him. He was fine walking off the quidditch pitch and there were no serious injuries while he played so why was he there?

I knocked on the door, making sure it was loud enough for someone to hear. If the door didn't open I would barge in myself. Before I could do just that Madam Pomfrey opened the door giving me a sympathetic smile "Here to see Theodore?"

I nodded my head trying to see behind her to no avail. All I could see were a few drawn curtains and another few beds unoccupied.

"Go on in then, he's the third one." I rushed past her muttering a quick thank you. She was probably fed up of having me to see me at her door every other day.

I approached the third bed and pushed the curtains to the side. I didn't know what I expected but it wasn't Theo sat up reading a book with his head wrapped in white gauze. Otherwise he looked completely fine.

"Hey" I left a small kiss on his cheek and sat on the edge of his bed, waiting for him to answer the questions I was too afraid to ask.

He let out a sigh and placed his book near his pillow, shifting further to the left so I had more space on the bed.

"Who told you I was here?"

I furrowed my eyebrows in annoyance and confusion "That's not important. What's important is what are you doing here? Don't tell me you got into another fight"

He gave me a slight smile, his expression showing discomfort.

"Theo. Why? Why are you always fighting?"

"For the record I won the fight, sweetheart."

I scoffed "Well clearly not if you've got that on your head and your opponent isn't even in the hospital wing right now"

He grinned as if he found something funny "He's having a meeting with Snape that's why."

He wasn't getting the point. He just didn't seem to care that what he was doing was wrong and it affected others as well.

"What happened? I want the truth"

His smile dropped, becoming suddenly serious to when I asked for the truth.

"Well, the guy who asked you out the other day and you rejected him. He was talking shit about you so I decided to fuck him up a bit. You know, so he'd know that he didn't have the right to talk about you like that...no one does"

I sighed. The fact that he was fighting because of something said about me was nice of him but I didn't want him hurt because of that.

"Theo he said something about me. Not you. I don't want you hurt every time someone says a single thing against me"

He sat up suddenly, anger evident on his face "And why the fuck not? If he's going to talk about my girlfriend like that do you think I'm just gonna stand there and not do shit all?"

"But Theo your hurt because of it! I don't want that for you"

He slumped back down and didn't bother looking at me "I don't fucking care about being hurt. If I hear a single word against you-"

"Just ignore it!" I was getting annoyed now. Why was he so desperate to be hurt because of something I didn't even care that much about?

"Ignore it? Your fucking crazy if you think I'll ignore something like that"

I stood up ready to do something. Ready to shout at him, to push him off the bed, to do anything but sit there and tell him time and time again that I didn't want him hurt because of something so irrelevant. Tears welled up in my eyes, I tried blinking them away but instead a few fell down making their way down my cheeks.

"Well your good at ignoring one thing! Our fucking date that your missing because of your detention. Is that what you wanted?" I wiped the remaining tears from my face, anger coursing through my veins. Theo finally deigned to look at me after having raised my voice, something I rarely did.

His eyes widened in shock "I didn't realise. Fuck. I'm sorry Y/n, I didn't even realise and- I didn't mean for you to cry. I'm so fucking sorry"

"It's a little late for that isn't it. What does it matter when you've missed the second date this month because of some stupid fighting you can't control"

He leant toward me, reaching for my hand the warmth of his hand seeping into me. "I am so sorry. I am so fucking sorry, sweetheart. What do you want me to do? I swear I won't fight again...unless the person deserves it"

I sat back down, the anger vanishing from me, Theo's comforting hand grounding me.

"Lay down with me. Please." He asked quietly, eyes full of sorrow.

I turned so I could lay down next to him his arm coming around my waist to pull me closer to him. He dropped a kiss to the top of my head "I really am sorry Y/n. I don't want you to be upset over something I've done"

I shook my head "I'm not upset. I just don't want my boyfriend to be in the hospital wing for half the year"

"I'll try harder" He whispered.

"Just try harder on the fighting aspect. Otherwise your perfect"

I smiled at him and the one he gave back made my heart melt. I loved him.

[ahgasegotarmy116]

The Art of Etiquette Part 11 | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: The days leading up to the ball become fewer but a harsh reality hits you leaving you more conflicted than you already were. Pairing: f!reader x Etiquette instructor Jungkook Word Count: 2k~ Warnings: No real warnings a/n: So yeah...it's been a while. Sorry it took me so long to update this story and sorry it's so short but I wanted to bring this one back into the light. I know I keep on saying the ball is in the next chapter but it really will be in part 12 I promise. I wanted to make this chapter longer but I figured I made you guys wait long enough...plus I needed to reintroduce something I spoke about in the first chapter. Start from the beginning

The next couple of days go by in a blur. 

Extra long lessons with Jungkook after my seemingly never ending lectures have my head pounding. 

"Miss y/n?" my professor calls me over to his desk, finishing up my last lecture before I have to go see Jungkook. "Yes?" I ask and wait patiently for him to hopefully get to thee point sooner rather than later. 

"The submission deadline for the writing contest is this weekend. Have you submitted your piece?" he asks, looking up at me through his glasses from his seated position.

I curse at myself internally, having completely spaced about it.

"I haven't but I plan on doing so as soon as I can! The deadline is Sunday night right?" I pray, hoping that I'm correct. "It's Saturday night at 11:59 pm. Do you think you'll be able to complete it in time?" he questions, adjusting his glasses. 

"Yes, of course. They won't be holding the awards ceremony until next month though correct?" I ask and he hums, confirming my suspicions. "Should be around two or three weeks after depending on how many submissions they get" 

I nod and thank him once more for the opportunity and luckily the reminder as well and quickly rush out. I choose to text Jungkook this time the reason why I'll be a few minutes late again, hoping that'll keep him from nagging me about it too much

~~~~~

"You seem...distracted today" Jungkook points out, watching as I wondered off in thought for the fifth time today. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to. What were you saying?" I ask, feeling guilty since he's gone out of his way to go through the guest list of the rsvp'd attendees of the ball this weekend. Making sure to tell me a little about each family to hopefully prepare me for the kinds of people that'll be there and how to compose myself around them.

"Let's take a break, otherwise you'll start mixing everyone up" he chuckles and sits down in a chair that's more or less facing me. 

"Are you alright?" he asks, tilting his head and taking note of the wrinkles between my brows as I'm clearly fighting some sort of internal battle that doesn't involve him today. 

"I have this writing contest that I had completely forgotten about and the due date is this Saturday" I sigh, slumping in my chair but this time he luckily doesn't scold me for it. 

"The same day as the charity ball..." he trails off and I nod, covering my face with my hands.

"He told me about it over a month ago" I grumble and Jungkook chuckles warmly at my inner turmoil. I groan as a response and he decides to not tease me about it anymore. 

After a while of sitting in silence he pulls my hands away from my face, making me glare at him as a response.

"Today is Tuesday correct?" he asks and I respond with a sigh of a small 'yes'. "I have an idea then" he says, peaking my interest. "Why don't we spend part of our time on our lessons and the rest of the time on your paper" he offers making my brows furrow.

"You'd do that for me?" I say, sitting up straight in my chair, trying to figure out if this is a joke or not but he simply nod.

"I don't see why not. You've been doing well in all of your lessons with me and I think you're more than prepared for the ball so there's no need to beat a dead horse. We'll just spend a little bit of our time getting to know the attendees and do a dance or two to keep you sharp and then I'll help you with your paper" he says and get's up to clear a space on his desk. 

"You'll help me?" I question, his willingness to sacrifice our lesson time for my extracurriculars surprising.

"I know it's important to you and if there's any way I could be of any sort of help to you then just let me know. You can work at my desk if you'd like" he says, picking up my bag that he knows has my laptop in it and bringing it over to said desk. 

It's times like these where he's sending me mixed signals of going from an etiquette teacher to someone who seems to truly care about me that makes me almost want to ask him questions like 'What are we?' or 'What are your intentions with me?' but even that last one is too open ended. 

"Are you alright?" he asks, when I haven't moved a muscle to walk over to his desk yet leaving me shaking my head in a way to get me out of my train of thought. 

"Yes. Sorry, yes I'm fine. I'm just trying to figure out what sort of topic I'd like to write about" I explain, owning up to what my partial train of thought might've been earlier. 

"Well what sort of contest is it? Is it for an article? A study?" he asks, going at it with a more academic approach, which makes sense in this case it's anything but that.

"It's creative writing. Basically anything from stories of love to poems of heartbreak to even the most suspenseful horror thrillers you could come across!" I say, getting more excited as time goes by, thinking about all the possibilities and topics I could write about. 

Picking one though is going to be difficult.

"Have you chosen your genre yet?" he asks and I plop myself down on his desk chair, sighing and opening up the blank document that I've been staring at off and on for weeks. 

"You haven't even started it?" he sighs and I shake my head, disheartened at the thought of waisting so much of my precious free time with nothing to show for it.

"What do you usually write about?" he asks, helping me work through the creative process. "Mostly love stories" I sigh and when I look up at him I see him smiling down at me, "Don't laugh" I glare and he holds his hands up in surrender. 

"I wasn't laughing, I was smiling. There's a difference" he smirks and brings a chair over to sit near me. "Yeah well don't do that. It makes me feel like you're mocking me for being a lovesick schoolgirl" I grumble and he chuckles. 

"Aren't you?" he says, resting his elbow on the desk and propping his chin on his fist, giving me that infuriatingly attractive grin he knows does wonders on a girl's nervous system. "No, I'm not. Now would you please be quiet if you're not going to be helpful" I huff, pulling the flyer out of my bag and giving it a once over. 

"Okay enough with the teasing I'll help" he says and looks over my shoulder to check it out as well before I hand it to him and go looking through my Pinterest board to see if I can find some inspiration.

"Have you ever written a love story set in the eighteen hundreds? Something to do with kings and queens? Princes and Princesses?" he suggests and I know for a fact that I haven't. "Isn't that a little too cheesy with the whole fairytale kind of route?" I say, pointing out how cliché it would be.

"Not if I help you" he offers and I look at him suspiciously. "What sorts of people do you think I would have to study in order to be a proper etiquette teacher?" he says, his words answering the question I had telepathically asked. 

"I guess you'd be the perfect collaborator in that respect" I admit and he nods and moves his chair closer making me lean away from him as a response. 

"You know I don't bite pretty now come on, we've got some work to do" he taunts, slipping in that pet name he knows messes with my head, leaving me scoffing in response before turning back to the blank document staring me in the face on my computer screen. 

~~~~~

The next two days we do just as he had said, spending an hour or two on my lessons and the rest on my story. However rushed it is I feel like it's my best story yet. 

The research on the time period has been simple since Jungkook's had all the answers and if not he finds them out for me, making this whole piece seem even more authentic.

When I take breaks Jungkook pours over the text, doing edits here and there and talking me through the scenes to help formulate some parts a little more artistically, making the regal setting come to life. 

Friday has been a different story, as both deadlines approach us the time we have left is in conflict of where our priorities should lie.

"We can skip our lesson today" Jungkook finally says after I've put my heels on. "But tomor-" "You're ready" he say, cutting me off mid sentence. "Spend the rest of your time on your story" he smiles softly and places a hand on my shoulder before leaving the room, no doubt to get us some sustenance to keep us going.

Something about the interaction made my heart flutter. His confidence in me as well as his want for me to spend time on something I'm truly passionate about makes a sort of funny feeling settle in my stomach. 

Am I-?

"Black or green tea this time?" he asks, coming back into the room with a little tray of food and tea pot ready to envelop the tea leaves of choice. "Black please, I need all the energy I can get" he chuckles and does just that, adding a few scoops to the pot before closing the lid and letting it steep. 

"Were you able to work on it again once you went home?" he asks, bringing my bag over to his desk and pulling my laptop out for me. "I did but it's hard to work on it without yo- without being here" I say, not wanting to admit that I in some way needed him, my cheeks heating up at the slip up.

"Right" he smiles, not sparing me a glance as he plugs in my charger and pulls the chair out for me. 

"Is everything alright?" he asks once he sees my hesitance in coming closer but I shake my head and as a result shake myself out of the headspace I had allowed myself to trail into.

"There's nothing to be nervous about" he says, reading me perfectly like he always does. "What if it's not good enough?" I sigh, my hands resting in my lap, not making moves to reach for the keys. 

"It's a beautiful story told from the heart about a love so true one could only dream to experience something so heartbreaking" he says and his compliment however sincere seems unable to reach me now.

Once he's seen my head droop further he turns my chair around and crouches in front of me, tilting my chin up the slightest bit. "Your writing is beautiful. Anyone who's eyes get to land on a single word of yours should thank their lucky stars" he says making me smile just the slightest bit.

"There she is" he says with a warm tone, one I had never heard before making my heart flutter once again. 

"Now come on" he says spinning me back around to face the screen. "We've got a deadline to meet do we not?" he says and places his hands on my shoulders as a way to show some confidence and solidarity, believing in me until his last breath.

"We do indeed" I chuckle softly and finally rest my fingers upon those familiar keys.

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[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Babes, I have a request, so hear me out 😌

(Only if you’re comfortable with that stuff ofc😭)

2006 (Braxl) or current Axl and reader having dinner with reader’s parents (reader is younger than Axl ig)

And reader is like “daddy, can you pass me the salt please?” And she meant her father, but both Axl and her father react

(Idk this is kinda cringe and cliche but whatever 😜)

A/n: Last fic for this week, kinda proud of myself for doing it, also I REALLY REALLY WANTED TO WRITE THIS IDC THAT IT'S CLICHE AND CRINGE I NEEDED IT

Warnings: None really, there's kissing and stuff but nothing more, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Axl watched as you did your makeup in the bathroom, a tiredness in his eyes, his shoulders slumped slightly. "They're not gonna like me." He grumbled, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. "Does it have to be black tie?"

You came from a very different life than Axl did. Your parents were rich, they got you the best education they could, loved and supported you through everything giving you the freedom to be who you were without the confines of money to hold you back. "They're going to love you, you're the kind of man they wanted me to be with." You assured, pecking his cheek before going back to work on your appearance.

When Axl met you he just thought you were drop dead gorgeous, he also thought you were way too young for him and would just find him creepy if he started talking to you, but that sparkle in your eyes told a different story. When he was younger he had nothing but abusive parents, people always gave him handouts and when he started making money off of Guns he paid for everything for everyone, meals, gas, whatever it was he was paying, because he wanted to do what everyone had done for him.

"And yes, it does have to be black tie, it's a nice restaurant, you like nice restaurants." You mused, Axl just shook his head and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. After paying for everything for everything he started to wonder if people liked him for him or his money, it got to him. You already had money, you'd get nothing for being with him other than a name for dating older men. You weren't a gold digger, you already had gold, you weren't using him for fame, you had your quiet life as an artist.

"I'll dress nice, but I don't have a suit." He mumbled, walking out of the bathroom back to your shared room.

You watched him go. "Really? Not one?" You called after him, trying to recount a time you'd seen him wear a real, proper suit.

"Not a one, sweetheart." He called back, already heading into the walk-in closet. You let out a heavy sigh but couldn't help the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

You finished getting ready, making sure you looked nice and proper in your red dress. It was long and shaped your figure while being loose, draping over your curves with a short slit up the side. Axl came out of the closet in blue jeans, a red button up and a black suit jacket, Ostridge skin cowboy boots to pull it together. It could be worse, he still had his assless chaps from the eighties hanging in there.

"You look gorgeous, love." He purred, nearing you with a fur coat, draping it over your shoulders and pulling you for a kiss. It was supposed to be sweet and quick but you found yourself chasing his lips for more, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him back down for more. Axl took the hint and guided you towards your shared bed, taking a seat on the edge and lifting the skirt of your dress up so you could sit in his lap, finger tips faintly gliding up your thighs, ghosting over your skin. "Maybe we could just stay here, huh? Wouldn't that be better?" He asked, shrugging his jacket off and draping his arms around your waist.

"No, we have to go." You said, the words lost their meaning as they were mumbled against his lips. "We have to leave soon or we'll be late." You made no move to get off his lap, letting Axl deepen the kiss by slipping his tongue past your glossy lips which seemed to get your head straight and you pulled away. "We have to go." You stated firmly, getting off his lap and fixing yourself up while he laughed.

Axl stood up and fixed your dress for you, pulling it down as far as it would go and then coming back to pull it up, not missing the opportunity to grope your tits and make you giggle.

You spent the ride there fixing your makeup, Axl bobbed his head along to the music, singing along to Queen and Aerosmith as they came on. You hugged Axl's arm to your chest, heading into the fancy restaurant looking like man and wife, which you weren't yet but you wanted to be.

A hostess led you to your table where your parents already were. "I told you we'd be late." You mumbled, leaning up to Axl so only he'd hear. He just shook his head and smiled at your parents, pulling your seat back for you.

Things started off a little awkward, Axl was sure your parents would hate him and already prepared for that so their politeness was treated... oddly, but with a short explanation things settled down.

Your dad asked about Axl's financial situation, he was in a rock band but how was he really doing? "That doesn't mean anything, you can look and act rich however you want, it doesn't make you rich, this could be a front for something we'll never even know of." He rambled, cutting up his food. You blew on your pasta nervously.

Axl reach over under the table and squeezed your thigh reassuringly. "I have money, I don't waste it on booze or drugs... I-I like throwing parties, but that's not a crime, is it?" He asked with a chuckle. Your parents were courteous enough to laugh along.

Your parents didn't need to love him, you just wanted them to like him, to approve of your relationship because Axl was a good man and he treated you right, even if they didn't see it.

Axl was telling a story, which was good because those could drag on for hours and he was a good storyteller, as long as he was going off about something they couldn't ask about his wages or tours, groupies or some other twisted horror. However, you'd heard this story before. Your parents seemed intrigued but you just stared down at your food, trying to remember how it ended. It finally hit you; Slash got drunk, Axl carried him to bed, and the man pissed himself -Axl had to hide it from the woman he was with.

"Daddy, can you pass me the salt?" You asked abruptly, cutting Axl off.

"Of course, sweetheart." Axl said, already reaching for the salt. He didn't realize his mistake until his hand collided with your fathers. He looked up and saw all eyes on him, your father looking ready to kill him, your mother shocked beyond her years, and you... Your face was redder than a tomato and your eyes bugged, jaw slack.

You blinked slowly, Axl pulled his hand back and looked back to your dad. "Sorry, I thought my hand was closer so I just went..." His voice faded out the longer he spoke.

Your father handed you the salt and you shook it over your pasta before setting it back down. "I think we're done here." Your dad said with a heavy sigh, pushing his chair back.

"Wait, daddy-"

"Are you talking to me or the man ten years younger than me and forty years older than you?" He demanded. You stammered for a response. He looked to your mother. "We're leaving." She didn't argue, also wanting out of this atmosphere now.

Axl leaned over to you. "Do we get the bill, or..?" He asked, reaching into his pocket.

"No, daddy, you can't just leave- daddy!" You stood up, getting his attention. "I love him, daddy, you can't change that, just be happy he loves me back!" Your table was near the back and it wasn't a very busy night but still some heads turned. "Can't you just do that?"

He looked to you, then Axl, then back to you. He was quiet for a long several moments before finally speaking up. "If he truly does make you happy, and he really does love you... I guess I can't get mad at the life he lived before you."

After some more talking and paying the bill you got back in the car with Axl, who let out a heavy sigh before looking to you. You stared back at him, brows furrowed and eyes wide. "You reached for the salt." You muttered.

Axl snickered. "I-I swear, ok, it was closer-"

"You reached for the salt!" You hit him in the shoulder with your small bag while his giggles grew to a belly laugh. You slept with your back turned to him and didn't speak to him until he brought you ice cream.

[tf-boi]

Would love to be tf'd into your cock 😵‍💫

( @matthewgold-32 )

I stare at you with my head tilted.

"Aren't you one of those Gold guys? I think they'd be pretty pissed if they find out I turned one of you guys into my cock. . . "

Before I could turn away you pull out a phone with a chat between you and one of the bros on the screen.

"Hey Matt where are you? Practice is starting" One message said.

"Oh hey, I think I have the flu. Might stay in the rest of the week and rest." You responded.

"Aww get better man, see you next week!"

I look back at you.

"Ah. . . a weekend get away eh?"

You nod with a grin on your face, not that I could tell with the mask over your face.

"What do I get out of it?" I say with a grin.

"Uhhh . . . What do you want?"

"Well I can't be taking too much because the TF is just temporary sooo. . . I always wanted one of your guys' uniform to add to my collection~"

"Absolutely not! The uniform is an integral part of us!"

"Sigh. . . fine fine . . . those shoes and socks aren't though right?" I said pointing down.

"These? No."

"Fine your shoes and socks and I'll turn you to my cock til next week."

"Deal!" You say reaching down until I stopped you.

"I'll pick it up myself don't worry, just bed over for me like a good boy."

You happily obeyed and got on all fours.

I knelt down and rather than take your shorts off, I opened a small hole for myslef and stuck my rock hard cock in.

You moan as you feel the tip of my dick enter you.

I place my hands on your hip and started fucking you.

You whimpered like a dog as my cock went in and out of you. Precum leaking through your dick and all over your shorts. Eventually you felt my hand grab the top of your head as I fucked you faster and harder. Every thrust you feel inside of you warms your body up in a wave of pure bliss. MY cock grew and gew inside of you to the point you could see its shape on your stomach. As my cock expands your arms gives out as you slump to the ground, your mind going blank.

With a few more thrusts of my cock, you release your load into your shorts. By the time you finish a pool of cum collects behind you.

Another few thrusts and you feel a warm liquid enter you. You gasp in joy as you fills every empty cavity of your body.

A small flash from an automatic polaroid camera taking a picture of your face goes off.

As I finish my load you feel my cock start to shrink back to normal size, but something feels different. You feel your body being pulled towards me. You feel your head start to shrink, your perfectly sized mask now feeling way to big. As you shirink your haed goes through the mask. You then feel the rest of your body following suit as your arms and legs retract into you. Your feet lifting up as they slide out of your socks and shoes leaving them to fall to the ground and giving a small thump on the ground. You limbs soon retract fully into your body as you slide out of your shit and into your shorts. By the time you shrunk enough that you entered your own shorts and underwear you have fully formed into my new cock, dangling off of me, your shorts and undies fall to the ground. I look at my new dick with a grin stroking you like the good boy you've become while playing with my blonde pubes your hair has become.

"Not bad" I say stroking you "You've even given me like at least 4 more inches!"

I look around and see your clothes lying in a pool of your own cum with a devilish grin.

"Lets have some fun. . . don't worry if your bros get mad at me I'll pay for the dry cleaning~"

With a wave of my hand your uniform levitates and begins to mold into a gold condom. I grab it with my hand and wrap you in it. You feel the rubber against your new skin, a new yet familiar feeling.

You then feel my hand grip you and started to stroke you. You revel in joy as I massage your new body, if you had your mouth still you'd moan in joy. You feel your body expanding with every stroke I give you. Soon you expanded to your full length, I had use both hands to wrap around your girth. You continue to enjoy my affectionate hands, drooling with precum like a good boy. You suddenly feel your tip being embraced by a warm moist sensation. I had started to suck on you. I knew I wrapped you up in a condom but I couldn't resist as I played with you with my mouth and tongue. You are filled with joy but something was building up within you, you hold in the urge to cum as much as you could so you could enjoy me more, but soon you couldn't hold it in and you started spewing your love juices into the condom. With every pump, you feel dumber, as if parts of you are leaving you.

I giggled "Oh you must be feeling yourself leaving you, I kinda turned your mind to cum, soon your body will just be your mostly empty head that only craves to serve you, while most of your mind is gonna be stuck in that condom!"

You were worried at first if you will ever see your bros again, but soon your memories, your sense of self, and even your intelligence leaves you. With the last pump of your cum, most of your mind was gone and now you crave to serve just me.

The condom now filled with a few gallons of cum started twitching, your mind struggling to make sense of its new home. I tie a knot so you don't leak out. I walk over to the camera and picked up the polaroid and stick the picture on the condom, it still twitching. I then pick up my prize, your shoes and socks for my collection.

"You're probably just my mindless dick right now. . . but don't worry I'll keep my promise to turn you back to human in a week, you have too many bros who will be looking for you. . . .but I might end up keeping your mind though~ I'm sure they'll be fine with just a new mindless sex slave."

[fandom-lover2]

Hope To Stay A While, Just Till The Rain Stops

Chapter Nine - Locked Down

!!!Trigger Warning!!! - Hinting at sexual assault, mentions of the intention of sexual assault, discussions of Talia's sexual assault on Bruce. Nothing happens but please take care when reading

-image not mine-

Chapter Eight - Changes

Chapter Ten - Next Time, I'll Stay Home

I glared at the man, my vision coming in and out of focus as I clawed my way to consciousness. “Who the hell are you?” I slurred.

“Ra’s al Ghul. Though you would know me better as Damian’s grandfather.”

His words flowed in one ear, and right out the other.

I knew someone named Damian, but who?

My head dropped back again, and I slipped back to sleep.

When I woke up again, a couple seconds later, the man was still at the window, standing tall and regal as his emerald robes flowed in the slight breeze.

“Where am I?”

“Nanda Parbat. Tibet.” Ra’s replied smoothly.

“What happened?”

“Your father would never have allowed you to come willingly. We had to take certain steps to ensure your safe capture.”

I cleared my throat, swallowing thickly. I needed water. “You’ve been following me for days.”

I blinked a couple times, trying to clear my foggy mind.

Ra’s frowned, then smiled in pride. “You are very much like him.”

“Who?”

“Your father.”

Who was my father again? And where was I?

Thunder rolled in the distance. Only, this thunder seemed to be getting louder the closer it came.

Before my brain had enough time to come up with a question, Ra’s took a step back and something exploded through the wall.

Tall, slicked back black hair, blue eyes, blue suit and red cape and boots.

The ‘S’ on his chest gave it away best though.

“Superman?”

The alien opened his mouth but then grunted and collapsed to the ground.

Sticking from his back, an arrow.

Ra’s readied another arrow, the head of it glowing green.

“I was wondering if he would be so desperate.”

On the ground, Superman groaned, trying to push himself up.

Ra’s shot him again, this arrow sinking into his skin just beside the first.

If I had more awake, this would have been alarming. But I was still halfway between the waking world and the dreaming to know what was real or not. And to be honest, I’d had way more messed up dreams.

The doors open and two men dressed in black marched in, bending and picking up Superman as if he was nothing more than a drunken idiot on the street.

“Forgive me, Precious One.” Ra’s addressed me, walking to my side and running his knuckle down my cheek. “I will be back soon. I just need to ensure our new guest is settled.”

And with that, the four men left the room, the door closing and audibly locking behind me.

The last thought I had before I fell back asleep was ‘I am never having any of Alfred’s tea again’.

---

I grunted, both from the effort and pain.

Iron shackles were bolted into the wall, locked around my wrists.

My skin bled, rubbed raw as I had tugged and twisted and pulled to try free myself.

The red droplets had gotten on my white robes, creating a beautifully morbid contrast.

“Come on.” I verbally cheered on myself, leveraging a foot against the wall as I pulled.

Nothing but pain.

I slumped against the wall, my forehead pressing into the ancient bricks.

When I had finally woken up clear from the effects of whatever was injected into me, panic set in.

Did anyone know where I was? What had happened to Alfred? What was going to happen to me? Where was Superman, and where the hell had he come from?

Had Bruce asked him to come get me? If so, he had failed spectacularly.

My head snapped up at the sound of my door unlocking, and a second later it opened to reveal Ra’s.

I marched towards him, throwing questions his way. “Where the fuck am I? What happened to Alfred? Where is Superman? Why am I-”

He raised his hand and slapped my cheek, the force jerking my head to the side.

“A good wife needs to learn that she-”

I raised my leg, kicking him in the balls, making sure my bare heel connected the hardest.

He let out a strangled gasp and took a couple steps back, out of reach of my chains.

“Put your hands on me again and I’ll turn you into a wife.” I growled. “Where is Alfred? Did you hurt him?”

“Your servant-”

“My grandfather.” I corrected.

“Your servant managed to elude my men and escaped to the woods. They had to flee as your father and his imbeciles arrived.”

So there was a pretty decent chance he was alright.

“Why am I here?” I demanded.

The evil, crazy man looked down to my white robes, frowning at the red drops. “I trained your father. I have lived a very, very long time, and have found very few with a talent such as his. A talent that runs deep in his blood. I have spent many years trying to find a way to blend our bloodlines.”

He moved further into the room, keeping out of reach of me. Good, at least he knew I wasn’t going to lie down and take it.

“My daughter, Talia, has been one of my less disappointing children, and so I tasked her with creating an heir and Damian has been on par expectations, but he is not my direct descendant.”

Ra’s paused at the hole in the wall, hands folded neatly behind his back as he gazed out at whatever he saw. My chains were too short to reach the edge.

“And then, you.”

The blood in the veins, the blood he craved, froze.

A buzzing filled my ears, fear causing goosebumps to pebble my skin.

Oh god…

“Not his pure blood, but your mother comes from quite a noble line herself. Together, we will create the perfect heir.”

“No.” I tried to sound stern, brave. It came out a whisper, weak and scared.

“You do not have to agree. I have lived almost 500 years. I have long since learned not everything has to come willingly.”

“He’ll kill you.” I tried to threaten.

“The Detective doesn’t kill.” Ra’s responded, turning to me with a ‘silly little girl’ expression.

“Not him, Jason. And Damian will be pissed.”

“I can handle my grandson. And that monster owes his renewed life to me.”

“They will come for me.”

Of course they would, right?

He was fucking Batman. He’d saved the world multiple times, saved Gotham almost every night.

Saving me would be easy.

Hell, he was probably downstairs already, bashing heads in while making his way up to me.

“Probably.” Ra’s agreed, beginning to step towards me.

I was the daughter of Batman. I was his blood, sister to fearless Robins.

I held my head high, locking my legs so they wouldn’t take a step back.

“Fuck you.”

He moved faster than I could blink, the back of his hand connecting with my cheek again. This one was almost twice as strong as the first hit.

The force sent my head snapping to the side as I stumbled back, chain getting wrapped around me and tripping me.

I looked up at him, a lot less confident now, cradling my stinging cheek and cursing the tears that stung my eyes.

Ra’s regarded me on the floor, looking at me with the same amount of interest one would a pile of shit. “You will learn silence soon enough.”

I caught my plea just as it was about to leave my lips, instead biting my tongue.

He was a monster, hundreds of years in the making. My begging would only build his ego.

The alternative would be to give voice to the hot rage burning in my chest, the desire to watch his face twist into horror as I gleefully detailed all the ways in which I planned to kill him. But, I wasn’t that stupid, and as satisfying as it would’ve been, the threat of pain was greater.

Ra’s mistook my silence as something else and his face took on an almost softness. “Do not fear, my dearest blood. I fully intent to marry you first.” And then he held down a hand for me to take. “Ready for our wedding?”

Outside, not even birds chirped.

There were no sounds of fighting, or engines rumbling to signal an approaching rescue.

I was alone. And there was no way I could get myself out of this mess.

I needed to stall long enough for someone to reach me.

“I want red roses. And for dessert-”

Ra’s bent, yanking me to my feet. “You do not get an opinion.”

“But she should get a new dress.��� a voice spoke up from the door, female.

We turned to see a woman at the door, with calculating green eyes and an ‘I’m better than you’ expression permanently etched on her face.

I looked at her, and all I could think of was Damian.

“She has sullied hers.”

Ra’s looked down to my robes once again and then released his bruising grip on my arm. “Make it fast.” he hissed as he shouldered past his daughter and out the room.

A couple second after, three more women walked in, one cradling fresh white robes.

Talia spoke to them in Arabic, and they approached me.

I took a couple steps back, as far as my chains would allow. “I will kill you.”

My father’s baby mama chuckled, crossing the room to sit at the vanity stool, watching me through the mirror. “Your father would not approve.”

“Given the circumstances, I think he’d make an exception.”

The women took steps towards me and I shifted my weight, lifting a leg in anticipation.

“Allow them to do so, or I will. And you do not want that.” Talia warned.

Her words had no effect on me, but the idea of her touching me made me recoil worse than the three women did, so I stood placid as they undressed me.

“So, you and my dad?” I started casually, in contrast to how I was glaring at her.

Talia nodded, raking her fingers through her own hair.

“He has terrible taste in woman.”

That got her to laugh. “He does, doesn’t he.”

I grunted when someone moved on to fixing my hair, tugging too hard.

“Why the hell did he think having a kid with you would be a good thing?”

“He didn’t.”

Her words seemed innocent enough, but something in the way she said it, in the gleam in her eyes, it had my stomach twisting.

“’He didn’t’ what?”

“He didn’t want to have a child. Took so many precautions to ensure he wouldn’t. It was near impossible to get him so…” she paused, waving her hand as if trying to find the words in the air, “subdued so that I could conceive Damian.”

I took a while, running the words over and over in my head, trying to figure out if that meant what I thought they meant, or if I was interpreting them wrong.

“Did you rape my father?”

She looked at me through the mirror, eyes emotionless and not a hint of regret to be found anywhere on her face. “If you wish to call it that. To secure my son as heir to the-”

I lunged, the chains pulled taunt and searing into my wrists. I hardly felt the pain, too focused on getting to her.

Unfortunately, she sat mere inches from my reach, daring to turn around and look at me.

“I will kill you.” I growled.

In response she stood, towering over me and she finally showed some emotion, glowering down at me. “I should be killing you. I would, if I had any time to plan an escape from my father.” She schooled herself, once again standing tall and stone faced. “Your child would take the thrown from my son.”

“So help me escape.” I spoke before I could think the words through.

She hadn’t been expecting them either, because her brows raised. “What?”

“You kill me, Ra’s kills you. But if I escape, you don’t die.”

“I could just kill you and escape myself.” she replied.

“You could.” I answered. “But you want to be daddy’s prized pet, and heir. You want his empire. Running won’t grant you that.”

“Your offspring takes away my chances of it anyway.”

“Not if I kill him.”

The plan was forming in my head as I spoke, ideas branching from one to another and growing into something not half bad.

“You help me with a plan of escape, and I kill him. Then you become Queen or whatever, and everyone wins.”

Talia laughed at me like I was an idiot. “If you kill him, I will be honor bound to kill you in revenge.”

She seriously had an answer for everything. “But if I get to my dad, you could say I fell under his protection and going after me would be suicide.”

Talia regarded me for a while, considering all I said. In that time, the three women resumed preparing me for my wedding.

Finally, she took a step back, slipping her hand into one of the pockets her own grey robes concealed and pulled a small poultice out. “It will be easier to ensure no heirs survive. My father will tire of you eventually.”

Well, that was great for her, fucked up for me.

I took a step back, needing more distance between us. “What’s in that thing?”

She did not grace me with an answer, instead leaving the room without a glance back at me.

The three women finished their pruning and left, and a couple minutes later Ra’s entered once again, appraising my new gown.

It was more flowy and revealing than the last.

“You will do.” was all the demon said.

My chains were switched to simpler shackles, which he made sure to keep a tight hold on, tugging me along and throwing me to the ground when I struggled too much.

There was no way out. No window or door unguarded, no passage dark enough to hide in.

If Bruce didn’t get here soon, my life would be…

Ra’s paused at ornate doors made of gold and turned to me. “Are you ready, my Dear Blood?”

“Go suck a dick.” I snarled.

Ra’s nodded to the guards, and they swung open the doors.

An official looking man stood at the end of the aisle, an old, leatherbound book in his hands.

On either side of the room, assassins stood still and silent, awaiting the ceremony.

And bound to chairs near the altar, chains tightly securing them and mouths muzzled, were my father and brothers, beaten and bleeding.

[glubglubgurgle]

bruised apples (CHAPTER 13-14)

reunion and rewards :3

CHAPTERS 1-9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTERS 11-12

pairings: caleb/unnamed afab mc

tags: fluff and love, sex SEX SEX SEX, bjs, p in v action, fingering!, they're both switches and theyre both super desperate !! reunion sex, reward sex

word count: 6k

a/n: ending! i'll upload an epilogue tho :3 im really bad w endings bcs i have attachment issues but i hope this is okay TT also im still new to writing smut so pls be nice !!! enjoyyy

chapters 13-14 below!!!

chapter 13

“Caleb…” she gasped. Her face was pressed against the pillow while her hands gripped at the fabric besides her head. Her ass was up in the air as Caleb continued to mercilessly pound in and out of her. “It’s been…” She let out a moan as he continued to hit her at an angle with his cock. “...five times…how is this even possible…?” Her right hand moved to her mouth, as if she was attempting to hold back her noises.

Caleb instantly grabbed her hand and put it behind her back, “I can’t…help myself. You look so pretty for me.” He grunted. His worries of being a one-pump-chump dissipated as he magically gained the stamina and strength to go for over an hour. “Don’t bother holding your pretty sounds back either, you don’t wanna hurt my feelings now, do you?” His left hand reached underneath her to play with her clit as he continued to go in and out of her. “Can’t you come one more time for me, baby? I wanna feel it again…just one more time…I promise.” He had been promising the same thing the past two times,  but he was sure he was going to pass out soon. He couldn’t help himself. He didn’t know if he was making up for lost time or making sure they both had enough memories for the next few weeks that they wouldn’t be together. 

Both, he thought.

“I’m going to kill you…once we’re done. So help me god…” She stuttered out. Despite her words, she pushed herself back onto him to meet his thrusts. The knuckles gripping onto the sheets turned a paler color, and her breath quickened. 

“Fuck…” Caleb’s breath hitched as she moved with him. “Your words are so mean, yet you’re still being so good for me.” The pace of his fingers turned faster as he felt the familiar pressure around him. “I’ll be done after this last one, I promise it this time…” He leaned down to lick a stripe up her back towards her ear. “I just want all of you to remember me.” He whispered to her as he came with her. Caleb was sure nothing was coming out of him anymore, but he pulled out regardless. Even though he already finished inside her the first time, he just didn’t know how birth control really worked and how much of him it could really handle.

He collapsed beside her as they tried catching their breath. He felt sticky and sweaty. The room’s air was thick and warm. Nonetheless, he was in a pure state of euphoria. His legs felt like jelly and he was seeing stars, but he got up on his feet to grab a towel and water for the both of them. 

She threw a weak punch at his leg. “Once I get the energy again…I’m going to kill you.” She mumbled against the pillow. “I’m so tired.” 

He chuckled, kneeling down by her face. “Was it good at least?” He held her hand in his and kissed her knuckles. “You can lie all you want, but I felt you.” Caleb said, smirking. She turned her face to the other side to hide her reaction, eliciting another breathy laugh from him. “Stay awake just a bit longer, we need to rehydrate.”

“Hold on.” She said, pushing herself up from the bed before raising her arms to Caleb. “I need to pee.” 

He carried her bridal style into the bathroom, her head slumped against his chest. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head before setting her down on the toilet. “I’ll get us water while you do your business. Do you want to take a bath or…?” He asked.

She shook her head. “Later.” And then pushed him away.

While she was in the bathroom, Caleb wiped himself off with a damp rag and drank water. He put on bottoms before grabbing one of his shirts to give to her. “Are you done yet?” He called out to her before pushing the door open. He found her slumped on the toilet. 

“I’m so mad at you, right now.” She muttered, still awake. 

Holding back his laugh, he knelt down in front of her and flushed the toilet. He then slipped the shirt onto her, before grabbing the wipes beside the toilet. Caleb lugged her over his shoulder like a sack of rice and cleaned her up, making her twitch under his touch. He was surprised there wasn’t any argument coming out of her as he walked her back to the bed. He gently laid her back down on the bed as he went over her exposed body with a new damp rag. “I’ll be more gentle next time, Pipsqueak.” He said, moving the hair stuck on her forehead. He could’ve sworn there was a flash of disappointment in her eyes, but he didn’t dwell on it. “Now get up and drink water, and then we can sleep in.” 

-

He woke up, sore all over. He never experienced the ache he felt in his private area. Caleb wasn’t sure if was going to ever recover. He stretched his arm out and grabbed his phone from the nightstand to check the time. He managed to sleep in until eleven in the morning, something he hadn’t done since he was in middle school. Caleb was always up early in the morning to prepare the day for everyone in the house. 

He looked beside him to find her snoring in her sleep. He wanted to let her sleep longer, but he also wanted to spend more time with her before she had to go home later that day. He traced her facial features softly with his fingertips, tucking stray hairs behind her ear. Caleb then moved the hair that covered her neck to look at the damage done from their night of fun. He admitted to himself that he went too far with marking her. And this was just from what was visible from the shirt. He knew there was much more underneath. Despite it looking a bit alarming, multiple reddish-purple splotches around her, he couldn’t help but smile. 

“Stop staring at me.” She mumbled, peeking at him with one eye. “You’re buying me a new concealer, by the way.” She scooted closer to him, wrapping an arm around him and nuzzling her cheek against his chest. “Do I have to go home today?”

Caleb frowned. “Maybe you should just drop out and I can hide you here until I graduate, yeah?” He was only half-joking in his heart. If she agreed, he would have made the call to her school in the following second. He would have gone on apartment finders and applied to three jobs to be able to pay for a home for her. 

She sighed, “How about YOU drop out and come back home with me. You can be a househusband and I can be the Hunter breadwinner.” 

His heart swelled with the word husband. He thought he was the only one who was thinking that far ahead. Ever since he knew that she was the one he wanted to marry, he had the wedding venue, menu, and children's names already listed in his mind. “Anything you want, Pipsqueak.” He kissed the top of her head. 

His phone began to ring. Gideon’s name and face was plastered on the screen and he answered, rolling his eyes. “Hey, she’s going home today, right? Do you wanna take her to that soup place near the train station? My treat.” 

“Soup?” If her ears could, Caleb swore they would have perked up like a dog hearing the word ‘treat.’

“Yeah, soup sounds good. Meet at the gate around one?” Caleb agreed.

“See you.” And Gideon hung up.

Caleb set his phone down and wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her closer to his chest. “Now that you’re mine, I don’t know how I’ll let you go this time.” There was a little sting in his eyes, as he thought about how much emptier his bed was going to feel. 

“Just do your best to come back to me as soon as possible. I’ll be patient if you will.” She mumbled against him. “Now let me sleep a little longer, just keep holding me.”

-

At the restaurant, they all ordered the same thing since it was what the restaurant was known for. Once they received their bowls, Caleb made a face towards the piled up cilantro. 

“So, what did you think of Skyhaven?” Gideon asked as he passed her the sauces.

“Campus is cool. Your guys’ dorms look really sick. I’ve heard horror stories about the dorms at Linkon U so I wasn’t sure what I’d walk into.” She nodded. She then reached over with her chopsticks to Caleb’s bowl, picking out the cilantro to move to her bowl. “I had a lot of fun at the shooting range, by the way. Thanks for letting me come!” She smiled at him as she continued to clear out every leaf from his bowl.

Caleb felt warm inside because of her thoughtfulness. He always knew that she was as caring and genuine as she was pretty, but just the fact that he was finally able to call this angel his was making him blush.

“Yeah about that…how did you do that?” Gideon asked her, dumbfounded. “I’ve been shooting there since the beginning of the semester but you outscore me on your first time?”

She shrugged, mixing up her soup before taking a bite. “I feel like it was just beginner’s luck. I hope it continues to be good in the future though.”

“Oh, Pipsqueak. When do you hear back from the Hunter’s Academy?” Caleb asked.

“Next month, I think. I’m terrified.” She shuddered. “I don’t know what I’d do if I don’t get in.” She let out an exasperated sigh before taking another bite.  

Caleb reached over to take her free hand under the table. “They’d be stupid to not let you in, Pip. Don’t worry too much.” 

“Yeah, with that shot. You’re definitely gonna do great.” Gideon agreed. 

Gideon finished first and had to go back to school for another club meeting. “It was really nice meeting you, I didn’t appreciate the whole bed incident but…you’re cool. Hope to see you again soon.” He said to her, making her turn red, before waving his goodbyes.

The two of them continued to eat, slowly. As if to savour the time left they had together before she had to go back to Linkon. A comfortable silence settled between the two. Stolen glances from each person, fingers still interlocked under the table. 

chapter 14

Although it was a rough transition, they were able to survive the time apart from each other. Caleb normally waited for her to call first, but as time went by and his patience became thinner from the distance, he ended up being the one blowing up her phone. She had random crying spells when he was unable to come home for the weekend and Gideon had to always talk him out of dropping everything to go see her. 

The first week was the hardest because once she returned to school, they both realized that she never reached out to Eric. She came home that Monday frantically ranting to Caleb with how awkward it was. Thankfully for her, and thankfully for Caleb’s temper, they coincidentally had a seat change the following week. Caleb wondered if he’d ever tell her that about the phone call he made their grandma make to her teacher, but he thought it wasn’t necessary. 

He was finally able to go back home a month later. He made sure that weekend was free for her, because it was the weekend that her results came out to see if she made it into the academy she wanted. Caleb was sure she was going to make it, but the days leading up to the decision, she was irritable and nervous. Caleb knew that even if she didn’t make it into the academy, he would work two jobs to keep her comfortable during the gap. He just wasn’t worried because even though she could come off as clumsy, she’s hardworking and smart. It’s what he admired about their relationship. The fact that he felt like she still needed him to protect her, yet of push comes to shove, she’s fully capable herself. One of his big flaws is that he has a hard time showing it to her, which may have led to her being more irritable. Caleb has always treated her to be softer than she actually is, which could have led to her lack of confidence. He couldn’t help but be protective of her. 

Caleb secretly didn’t even want her to be a hunter, fully. He wants her to follow his dreams, but knows what the job entailed. Even as strong and smart as she is, casualties still occur. And he knows that she felt the same about him and his dream. He just hoped that the luck he had received from being close to her in this lifetime, would stretch out to protect the two of them for a long while. 

On his way home to her, he picked up a bouquet of her favorite flowers and her favorite drink. He prepared his speeches for either scenario of her getting in or not. He had no reason to be nervous, yet her emotions made him a wreck. His palms felt sweaty holding the bouquet and his chest felt tight. Yet the moment he saw the front of their home, every weight left his shoulders because he was back home: her.

He walked in to find Gran preparing to leave the house. “Oh thank god you’re here. She’s in her room constantly refreshing that page. I would stay…but honestly she’s been scary this past week. I’m going to the mountains this weekend…I trust you to take care of her.” She held up her suitcases and patted him on the arm. “I know she’s going to make it in, I’m not worried…I do worry about you, though. Be careful.” She gave an apologetic smile and then went on her way. 

Although it was a bit weird for Gran to leave on such an occasion, it was no surprise that she was heading up the mountain. It’s been a common occurrence ever since the two of them were able to stay at home alone. Caleb just shrugged it off and set his own luggage by the front door before walking to her room.

Her door was closed and he knocked before walking in. Her eyes were still glued to the screen, refreshing every now and then. “Babe?” Caleb called out softly so as to not scare her.

Her head turned around quickly enough to concern him. Her eyes were wide and she instantly got on her feet to walk towards him, wrapping her arms around him. “Caleb…” Her face nuzzled into his chest as he reciprocated the hug as best as he could with full hands. “I missed you.” She rested her chin on his chest to look up at him. “Thank you for coming.” She said, smiling. Eyebags were present under her eyes, yet they still twinkled when they met with him. 

She was in a nightgown that he had never seen before. It was silk with spaghetti straps and the neckline hung low enough to display her cleavage. The dress stopped right above mid-thigh and had a slit on the side. He wanted to be shocked but was too enamored by her presence itself  in front of him.

Caleb couldn’t help but lean down to kiss her. Something he had been craving for weeks while watching her talk through his screen. He kept it short and sweet because if he went any further, he knew he would not have been able to stop. He pulled away and smiled at her, backing up far enough to show her his presents. 

“Hehe, thank you.” Her mood seemed to have perked up as she saw and she instantly grabbed the two before going back to her desk. Taking a sip of her drink, she promptly refreshed her page. 

“Do you know the time window they release the information?” He asked, walking behind her. He softly placed a kiss on the top of her head, inhaling the scent of her.

She sighed, “Maybe in the next hour? But I’ve seen online that sometimes they release it an hour earlier or an hour later.” Her knee bounced up and down from being anxious. 

His fingers played with the strap of her nightgown. “Is this new?” Curiosity filled his head as he was finally able to fully look at her. The dress rode up her thighs as she was sitting down, making Caleb feel all sorts of things.

She smirked up at him, raising her eyebrow. “Wondering who bought it for me?” She joked, instantly earning an angrily confused look from Caleb. Laughing, she rolled her eyes. “You’re too easy…I bought it a while back, but I just felt like wearing it today.” She shrugged, turning her attention back to the computer screen. 

He pursed his lips, humming an acknowledgement. Nodding, he said, “Let me change and then I’ll wait with you here.” He didn’t want to sit on her bed with the clothes he had been sitting on in the train so he went to his room. Things seemingly untouched until he opened his closet. He chuckled softly realizing that a lot of his hoodies had gone missing. 

The images of her wearing his hoodies made his head spin. He wondered if she wore it out in public, or even while she was at home. If she wore them while she slept when she missed him. And if she had anything underneath while she wore them. 

He bit his cheek trying to break himself out of his indecent thoughts, wanting to be pure and present for her while she stressed through the decisions. He also did not want to come too forward to her physically, afraid that she’d get an idea that that’s all he wanted from her.

He wanted every part of her, but he didn’t want to give any idea that it was only for physical needs. Caleb wanted to hold himself back until she made the move first. He was having a harder time than he realized so he opted to take a cold shower. 

With a clean towel and change of clothes, he walked by her room to announce his new plans before stepping into the bathroom. Even the shower wasn’t working for him. Each time he would try to think different thoughts, flashbacks of her underneath him and visions of her in his clothes overtook each and every one of them. 

Caleb sighed in defeat, exiting the shower, still half-hard. Her existence and their distance apart for a month was impossible to take care of on his own. He just hoped he was strong enough to get through the next couple of hours without pouncing her. After drying his hair with the towel, he wrapped it around his waist to steal her skincare. He didn’t really care to have his own routine, but he always loved the smell of her face whenever they kissed, he couldn’t help but use the same moisturizer to mimic it on himself. While he was rubbing it on his face, the door opened up, bumping into him. 

“Pipsqueak? Did something happen?” He stepped back to let her in. His face felt warm from being in just a towel, despite having been seen fully naked before. 

She peeked her face in, a wide smile plastered on face. “I got in!” She jumped up and down, hopping up to wrap her arms around his neck. “I got into the academy!” 

He was filled to the brim with happiness and pride. He lifted her up by the waist and spun her around, setting her down on the bathroom sink counter after a few laughs. He rested their foreheads on each other, smiling. Tears spilled out of her eyes, and he brought his thumb up to wipe them away. “I’m so proud of you, baby. I never doubted it for a second.” He kissed her tears away and looked at her with pure amazement. “You have worked so hard for this and I know you’ll keep doing your best. You’re a strong woman, and I am so happy to be able to call you mine. Soon-to-be world’s greatest hunter.”

She held onto his face, smiling ear to ear, before pulling him into a deep kiss. When she pulled away, Caleb could see there was a hint of worry in her eyes. “When I’m at the academy, and you’re also at your academy…we’re both going to be busy.” She stated, her words laced with uncertainty.

He brought his hands up to hold hers on his face, “And I will wait as long as I have to. No amount of time apart will ruin what we have. I promise.” He nuzzled his cheek into her hand, reassuring her. 

“You can’t find someone else at your academy.” She pouted up at him.

He smirked. Her jealousy lit something inside of him. He knew that if he thought about the opposite scenario, he would go absolutely insane. But he found it cute when she was jealous. “You worried, honey?”

There was a slight shiver that he barely noticed from her. 

“Do you like it…” He leaned in closer to her, tilting her chin up with his right hand, “When I call you that…honey?”

A smile grew on her face, a mischievous smile. “Uh-huh.” Her hand trailed down from his face, down his bare chest, and then sat on his cock, growing through the towel.  “Are you gonna give me my reward yet, or does your honey….have to beg for it?” 

Caleb’s face turned red. He’s always surprised by her dominance and confidence, it made him fold like a paper airplane. A nervous chuckle bubbled out of him and his knees wobbled. “What reward do you want?” He tilted his head, nuzzling his nose into her neck. “Tell me, please.” He ended up being the one to beg.

Her fingers rubbed on the tip of his covered cock, making him grow even harder in her hands. “Maybe I will…Take me to bed first.” Her fingers went from his bulge over to his hip and unraveled the towel around him. “Oops…” She feigned innocence. 

Caleb’s dick stood straight up in the air, the draft from the open bathroom door prickled his bare skin. Even though she had already seen him naked, he was still embarrassed being seen in such a brightly lit room. Once he regained his composure, he got closer to her to wrap his arms around her waist while her legs locked around his. Her arms linking each other around his neck as he scooped her up from the counter. He was expecting his dick to meet her underwear, but instead was met with slick bare skin. His breath hitched. “Are you not wearing underwear…?”

She giggled, nestling herself closer to him. Sinking herself a little further down to rub against him. “I guess I forgot to,” she tilted her head, peppering kisses up his jaw to his ear. “Hurry, please. Can’t you tell how impatient I’m getting?” A small whimper escaped her lips right into his ear as she rubbed her naked sex on his cock. 

His grip around her waist tightened as he felt her attempt to push him over the edge, mentally. He wanted to stop her hips from moving, because he knew that his control was nowhere near pristine after being away from her for a month. “Pip, please. If you keep doing that, we won’t—I won’t make it to the bedroom.” He corrected himself, trying to put all his focus on not coming on the spot. He freed his other arm to turn the bathroom lights off and then walked across the hallway into her room. 

Caleb wanted to set her down more gracefully onto her bed, but his own impatience was getting to him. As he plopped her down onto the bed, her slick folds wrapped over his dick for a split second as she slipped off of him, making Caleb hiss. 

Her hair was splayed out on her pink sheets. Her legs were spread apart, the nightgown ridden all the way up to her hips, exposing every crease and crevice to him. Glistening with sweat and arousal, it made Caleb salivate. “God, you’re so pretty…” He leaned down, getting on the bed by holding his weight with his arms. 

She tutted at him, “Nuh-uh.” She propped herself up with her elbows and used her left foot to push him away slightly. “Isn’t this my reward?” She asked, cocking her head at him. “You had your way last time, Caleb.” Pouting at him, she moved to the side of the bed and patted the spot next to her. “It’s my turn now. Lie down.”

Caleb was nervous and impatient. Yet her being in charge made him even hornier. He couldn’t tell if he liked being under her control or the idea that her being in charge really showed how much she wanted him. Whenever he was around her, it was hard to keep the confidence he normally had. Every bit of resolve he had faded to dust when he was in this state of vulnerability with her. And when he was able to take control, he felt like it was some completely different person taking over him. 

He lied down beside her like he instructed, and leaned towards her face, wanting a kiss. She seemingly obliged, bringing one of her hands up to his face to guide it closer to him, only to nuzzle their noses together. Stopping right before their lips touched.

A small whimper came out of Caleb as she pulled away, making her smirk as she pushed him flat down to the bed. She swung herself over his legs, her warm heat hovering right above his shins. “You didn’t let me do this last time…” Her eyes were wide as she wrapped both her hands around his cock, her elbows resting on his thighs. 

“Baby…please.” His hips bucked into her hands, attempting to relieve some sort of pressure. Her touch was soft like feathers and was nowhere near enough.

She dropped one of her hands onto his hips to keep him from moving, “Wasn’t I so good for you before? Can’t you do the same for me?” She furrowed her brows at him. 

Caleb was a bit worried as to how she looked and felt so confident, but when he took a closer look at her, he could see the slight hesitation and embarrassment after she said some things. He wanted to chuckle at how cute she looked but the heat in his lower stomach and all the blood rushing to his dick made it hard for him to do so. He nodded, attempting to keep himself in check as she moved her fingers up and down his length. 

Moving her hair to one side, she leaned down to lick a stripe on his tip.

Caleb groaned in her hands. “Fuck…” He wasn’t sure if she allowed it, but he propped himself up onto his elbows so he could watch her do what she wanted to.

While making eye contact, she dipped the tip of her tongue on his leaking slit, teasing and tasting him. Caleb’s moans and whimpers seemed to have egged her on, her eyes widening with curiosity. She continued to lick his tip, hesitant yet explorative. The hand that was on his cock was gripped at the base, her thumb curiously moving around. And then she opened her mouth wide, taking in his length. 

Caleb dropped his back to the bed again and threw his head back. Gripping at her pink sheets, he attempted  to keep himself from grabbing her head or thrusting into her. “Oh my god, baby.” His other hand raked through his still-damp hair. “I know…you just started but I don’t think I’ll last…You’re driving me insane.” As much as Caleb wanted to watch her, he was taking all of his willpower to not come inside her mouth without any warning.

She attempted to fit more of his length into her mouth, her other hand pumping him from his base to cover what she couldn’t. A few pumps and she pulled her mouth away, breathing heavily. “You’re so big…I can’t fit it all.” She pouted at him.

He peeked at her through his fingers, her pupils blown wide and her face was desperate. She placed kisses on his tip, moving it towards her with her hand. He pushed himself forward, taking the hand from his face to comb it through her hair. “You’re being such a good girl already, you don’t have to…” His thumb caressing her cheek. 

“I want to.” She mumbled against his tip, her words vibrating on it. “Guide me…even if I choke a little. Let me take you.” She gave him puppy dog eyes, thumping his tip on her lip, making him flinch in her hands. 

“Honey…I’m not going to last.” He was desperate to trade places now, desperate to make her feel good first. 

“Just try but I don’t mind…” She looked away sheepishly. “If you finish in my mouth, I mean.”

His dick twitched in her hands and she opened her mouth to take him in again. His fingers still raked through her hair. “Fuck. Please, baby…” He groaned. A string of moans and her name with other praises spilled out of his mouth as he softly moved her up and down his own cock.

She moaned as she took more, making him vibrate in her mouth. And he knew he was a goner. “I’m gonna…” He announced, trying to pull her off of him, but she gripped onto his thighs and kept her mouth on his cock as he came. 

Curses and praises came out of Caleb’s mouth as he emptied himself in her mouth. Both his hands held onto her head. As if he was afraid that if he let go, he was going to ascend into the deepspace. 

She pushed herself up slowly, her lips still tight around him. He let go of her head, letting her sit back up. Her lips shut, attempting to keep everything in before swallowing. The scene being completely euphoric to Caleb, he didn’t let himself catch his own breath before moving up to grab her face into a kiss. He could taste himself but he didn’t care. 

Once they pulled away to catch their breath, she looked at him with a smirk. Her hands reached up to wipe the tears from his eyes. “You’re crying again.”

Caleb turned red, burying his face into her chest. “I can’t help it…you feel too good.” His hands roamed up and down her thighs that were straddling him. Resting his chin on her breasts, he looked at her with pleading eyes, “You’re trying to make it harder for us to be apart.”

Her hand held one of his, guiding it under her dress to her heat for him to touch. Biting her lip, she shook her head. “Giving you more of an incentive to make it home to me, safe.” She pushed one of his fingers into her own entrance, groaning at the slight stretch. “Can’t you feel how much I need you, Caleb?”

He nodded, slipping another finger into her leaking hole. He scissored his two fingers in and out to be able to fit another as he watched her face scrunch with pleasure. His cock still hard and leaking even after he just came. His stamina reignited once he heard his favorite words. “Say it again…say you need me, please?” His free hand slipped down one of her straps to droop one side of her dress, so he could lick her nipple. He felt her shiver and tighten around his fingers. 

She moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders. “I–hnghf…I need you, Caleb.” She lifted her hips up and down to meet with his own hand movement, pressing her chest into Caleb’s mouth. Whimpering, she said, “I need you so much…everyday. I always need you.” She threw her head back, saying his name like a mantra in between whines and moans. 

Releasing her nipple from his mouth, he cursed as he watched the scene unfold on top of him. He curled his fingers inside of her, earning a yelp from her. “You’re driving me…fucking insane.” He groaned, growing rougher with his movements inside of her. “Come on my fingers. If you need me that much, come for me.” He commanded. His free hand kneaded her boob, the thumb moving in circular motions around her hard nipple. “Please, baby. I need you to mean it.”

She nodded, unable to form words as he continued to mercilessly go in and out of her soaking hole. His thumb rubbing on her swollen clit as he curled his other fingers inside of her. “I do…I mean all of it–Fuck!” She had an iron grip on Caleb’s shoulders as she rode out her orgasm on his hand. 

“You’re so fucking pretty, baby. I need you on my cock, please? Can you be a good girl now and take me?” His tip was as red as his ears. “I’ve been good for you, haven’t I? Please, I want to feel you.” He left no room for her to breathe after her own climax out of complete and utter desperation. 

Breathing heavily, she pulled his fingers out of her by his wrist. Then she scooted forward to hover herself over the tip of his cock, reaching down to move it up and down her dripping folds. “Say you love me…” She panted.

His breath hitched as his hips jerked upward. “I love y-”

Before he even finished, she slammed herself down his cock, instantly bottoming out with a squelch. The two groaned loudly in unison. “Oh my fucking god, you’re so big.” She tilted her head downward to crush their lips together, a kiss driven with hunger.

Caleb thought he died. The pleasure was searing hot throughout his whole body and his vision turned white as she took all of him in. He could barely kiss back. She took his tongue into her mouth, sucking on it like it was his cock a few minutes ago. He knew that if he wasn’t in such a state of bliss, he could have passed out. His hands gripped at her hips as she bounced up and down his length at a steady pace, assisting her. He pulled away from the kiss, keeping their lips touching as he praised her. “You’re so good to me…You’re so perfect…” He grunted as he felt her tighten around him. “I fucking love you..”

“I love you, Caleb.” She whined into another kiss. “Oh god, I’m gon-”

Her hips slowed down as he felt the familiar tension inside of her. He leaned back on the bed so he could fuck into her, “I know, baby…let go for me, I got you…I always do.” He groaned, taking control as she came on his cock. “You’re so perfect for me, like you were made for me.” He spewed, continuing to thrust into her.

She fell forward, her hands on his chest as he plowed into her from underneath. “Just for you…” She stuttered out as she spasmed with her orgasm.

Caleb flipped the two of them over so that he was on top, his cock still inside of her. “You can keep going, right? We have a lot of lost time to make up for.” He smirked, looking down at her, thrusting into her.

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Caleb lost count of how many times he came that night. She was fast asleep in his arms as he rubbed circles on her arm with his thumb. As exhausted he also was, he wanted to admire the scenery in the moonlight. A scene that made him think he was in a world where it was just the two of them.

He was still in awe that he was deserving of such a life. What he once thought was a hopeless unrequited love, became the greatest real life fairy tale. Despite the small bumps in the road of their future, he knew that with her by his side, they’d get through anything.

[not-magdi]

-ucl nights / lamine yamal

Warnings: None, well the loss yesterday (I think that should be a warning to)

Words: 756

Reading Time: 5min 53sec

A/n

This story was inspired by yesterday, I kind of tried to comfort myself with it so yeah I hope you'll like it.

Love y'all Magdi

1:4, that was the end. Barcelona was out of the Champions League. They fought so hard, especially Lamine. That boy gives his heart and soul every time he plays, so a loss hits him extremely hard. But this one was different. After a period of losses, the last few wins made hope spark in everyone's chest.

It was also painful for you to watch. Being a barça fan since you were a little kid. But nothing prepared you for the emotions you would feel as you saw the player's faces when they walked past you in the tunnel.

As soon as the game ended, you rushed down the tunnel, wanting to see Lamine as fast as possible. Lamine and you haven't been together for such a long time, only 2 months. But over these months, you have become each other's safe place, with only being 16 years old in this crazy world.

You have been waiting for about 10 minutes now, greeting and comforting a few players you know as they passed you. Then, Lamine finally came into your view. His shoulders slumped, and his eyes brimmed with tears.

Your heart broke at this sight. Lamine tried to stay strong in front of you, but as soon as you opened your arms, he fell into them, holding you tight.

One of your hands went from his back to his head, stroking his hair. He buried his head deeper into your neck, letting out little sobs as you continued to hold him.

"Hey, it's ok. I'm here baby, I'm here."

The two of you continue standing there for a few minutes until you feel Lamine pull away. Opening your arms, you look up at him, kissing away a few tears that rolled down his cheeks.

"How about you get changed, then I'll drive you home, and we cuddle a bit on the couch." You whisper into his ear, kissing the side of his head.

"Y-yeah, I like that plan." His voice is still a bit croaky, but there's a slight smile on his face again, which was everything you wanted.

It was now 30 minutes later, and you were sitting in your car. You let Lamine take his time, knowing the time with his teammates is really important now.

To pass some time, you decided to open up Instagram, where you are instantly flooded with thousands of new videos of the game. One particular video caught your eye, though it was a video of Lamine sitting in a chair, his jacket completely covering his face to not see him cry. It broke your heart to see him like that.

You were lost in your own world when you heard the door opening. You looked at who it was only to see the familiar face of your boyfriend. He was wearing one of your favourite hoodies and a pair of comfy jeans.

"Hey, did I scare you?" Lamine asked you with a teasing tone in his voice.

"You could never." You answer.

Laughing, he gets into the car, holding his hand out for you to take.

With one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding Lamine's, you drive to Lamine's apartment. The drive was silent, which was unusual as you usually talked the whole trip. But you don't wanna pressure him into talking, knowing he needs some time to open up.

Arriving at his apartment, Lamine immediately flops down onto the couch facefirst. Giggling, you lay yourself on top of him, burying his head in the crook of his neck.

"You wanna talk about tonight?"

Turning his head to face you, he shakes his head, "Not at the moment, I just wanna apologize for disappointing you tonight."

Frowning, you sit up, "Disappointing me? Why would you ever disappoint me?"

Lamine now sits up, too. "You were so excited about the game tonight and I wanted to play good for you tonight so you would be proud."

Gasping, you grab Lamine's face to make him look at you. "You, my love are going to listen closely to me now, understand me? There will be not a single moment in my life where I will not be proud of you. You are one of the most passionate and hard-working players I know. You have come so far in your career already while only being 16! Every time I look at you I feel so lucky to call you mine."

You ended your speech with a deep kiss on his lips, laying your forehead against his afterwards.

"Thank you, Amor, I love you"

"I love you too Lamine"

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[mrs-kodzuken]

Teen Pregnancy ♡

Pairing: Kōtarō Bokuto x fem!reader

WC: 1.8k

Genre: angst to fluff

CW: fem!reader, pregnant!reader, teen pregnancy (please don’t get pregnant at a young age if you can try!), angst to fluff, reader thinks it’s sickness, injured!bokuto, obviously implied sex since reader is pregnant

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I wiped my mouth with the back of my shaky hand as I just got finished puking into the toilet. This happened for the third time this week, but I hadn't gone to the doctor because of Bokuto.

He had, unfortunately, sprained his ankle while trying out a new skill during volleyball practice. The doctor said that he wasn't supposed to play for a week and to lay off it for it to heal.

As usual, that really made Kōtarō go into emo mode. Akaashi had managed to pull him out, but his bad mood hadn't gone away all week.

Me being his girlfriend, I took up the duty to help him around, even if I wasn't feeling well myself; I care about his well-being more than mine anyway.

After I brushed my teeth, I noticed a pale-ish look to my skin tone. Maybe I should make an appointment with the doctor's, I thought after grabbing my school bag.

Dark gray clouds swirled in the sky as the cold air nipped at my skin, releasing a shiver from my body.

It was probably going to rain, or worse, snow.

Being in the month of December, that was quite likely to happen. I arrived at the front gates of school, and

Akaashi had taken it upon himself to help get Kō here in the mornings.

I quickly hurried to his classroom, which was class one. I saw him pouting in his chair with his crutch leaning on the side of his desk and his hair slightly down. I sighed and moved near him.

"Good morning baby, how're you feeling?" I asked, trying to shift my problems out of my head and focusing on his.

"I want to play volleyball." His pout is not going away. Kōtarō always had an endless hunger for the victory of volleyball. I mean, that is why he is one of the top five best athletes in Japan.

And a small sprang could really do some damage to the poor boy.

"I know you do, but just bear with us for the next couple of days, and then you'll be back to smashing those balls on the court." I tried cheering him up a bit before I had to leave.

I heard the warning bell signaling that class would be starting soon, so I leaned down to give Kō a peck on the forehead before I left.

"I'll see you later, Kōtarō."

But when I started walking, I felt my bladder almost exploded. I had used the bathroom when I first got up this morning before my puking session, so I wasn't sure how I already needed to pee.

I hurried to the nearest ladies bathroom and relieved myself. While I was washing my hands, the bell rang for class to start.

What made it even worse was that my class room was upstairs since I was in class 5. My shoulders slumped as I walked even slower up the stairs.

It was only morning, but traveling up a staircase had worn me out.

I entered my class with the rest of my classmates staring at me, and my best friend's eyebrow quirked up as if to question why I'm late.

"You finally come to class, miss." My teacher said irritatingly as I took my seat, which was in back, after I mumbled a small apology.

Soon, the teacher droned on about something that I wasn't too bothered by. I sat my head down on the desk and decided to take a little nap to pass the time.

I felt someone shake me a little bit as I pushed their hand away.

"Do you want to eat lunch or not?" was the voice belonging to my best friend as she awaited my answer, which was a bunch of words mumbled together.

"By the way, why were you late this morning? You're never late, like, ever." She questioned me as she sat in front of me with her bento box, deciding she was going to eat here with me in the class.

"I had used the bathroom after meeting with Kō and ended up late. I just don't feel good." I said, looking up at her, then at her food.

Suddenly, a thought struck at me, "And I forgot my lunch." I groaned and sat my head back down.

"I'm so sorry (Y/n). I really don't want to make everything worse, but our teacher assigned us a project that's worth ten percent of our grade, and it's due Friday."

Today was Wednesday, and I felt like crying at the thought of doing a school project. "Great, just great. great, great, great." I hit my head on my hands with every word I spoke.

"You don't sound great."

"I'm not great, (B/f/n)." I put my head in my hands and sucked it up, trying to focus on anything else besides the hunger in my stomach and the nausea that came with it.

"I'll be fine; lunch is almost over anyway. Do me a favor and wake me when the bell rings for dismissal." She nodded and packed her bento box away as people started to fill the classroom.

I also forgot my hoodie, so I laid there on my cold desk, shivering just a bit.

As promised, (B/f/n) woke me when class was finished. I headed outside towards the gym, knowing Kō would want to stay and watch his teammates play, even if he couldn't.

The sky had actually become really dark as little flurries of snow fell down. This was bad weather, especially with Bokuto being in a crutch.

I sluggishly walked into the gym, knowing that it would take a lot of convincing for me to get home.

As usual, he was sitting on the bench watching his teammates play with a grumpy facial expression.

I sighed and sat down beside him, wanting nothing more than to be embraced by his arms.

I laid my head on his shoulder and carefully watched out the window as the snow continued to fall.

Only two hours had passed, and it was pitch black outside, not to mention it was freezing too.

I had been trying to convince Bokuto to go home due to his injured leg. I knew I had been pestering him, but in the end he would give in and let me help him walk home.

What I didn't expect was for my plan to backfire on me.

"Goddamn it, do you have to be so fucking annoying all the time?" He snapped his head towards me as I froze; I could tell everyone else in the gym did too.

My heart was stuck in my throat as I gave him a weak apology; I didn't bother grabbing my bag. Held my head down low as I hurried out of the gym as the temperature dropped, making my skin freeze.

I couldn't see due to it being pitch black, but I still kept on, my legs never stopping. The only thing warm were my salty tears, which never seemed to stop rushing down my face.

I wasn't sure where I was, so I tried to slow down my pace as I slipped on ice, and my head rammed into a wall. The pain almost immediately giving me raging headache as I pressed a hand onto it.

I slowly slid down the ice-cold brick wall, not having the energy to move anymore.

My day was so fucking shitty.

Slowly, my arms wrapped around my limp body to suffice as something to cover me from the snow that still continued to fall from the sky.

Before I knew it, my eyes closed due to the pain in my head and my arms were wrapped not only around my body but my stomach.

"Kō." was the last thing my voice could manage out before I slipped into unconsciousness on the ground.

Muffled voices in a room awoke me with the annoying sound of beating. I felt warmth surrounding me and bandages on my face as I opened my eyes.

I squinted at the bright lights that were on the ceiling. I slowly sat up and looked at everyone in the room around me.

It was a hospital room and the annoying sound was my heart.

My parents, Bokuto's mom, Bokuto, and Akaashi, were in the room with me. I looked down at my lap, not liking how all the attention was on me at once.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Bokuto open his mouth as if he were to say something but shut it when the doctor came into the room.

"Hi, mom, dad. If you don't mind, I'm just going to check up on your daughter," she said as she rounded my bed.

"Hello sweetie, how do you feel?" She gathered a flashlight and a clipboard, ready to write.

"My head hurts." The voice that came out was all scratchy and low. It seemed to make my mom lean more into my dad, as if to hide her tears. The doctor handed me a cup of water.

"Well, you did hit it pretty hard. Are you warm enough? I can add another heated blanket if you want; make yourself comfortable. We still need to check if the baby is okay." She reached for another blanket as I froze.

"Excuse me?" My voice came out slightly panicked.

What baby?

"Don't worry, we already told your parents, so you don't need to worry about that." She concluded with a comforting smile.

"No, no. What do you mean? I'm not pregnant." I said, I was confused; I'm pretty sure I wasn't pregnant. Or at least, I think.

My eyes immediately reached Bokuto's sorrowful ones.

"Oh my god." I covered my mouth with my left hand as my right one went to my stomach. I couldn't believe what was happening right now.

"Oh. Mom, dad, and other mom, how about we give these two a few minutes to talk?" She politely said, giving Kō and I some time to discuss this.

Silence fell over the now empty room; Bokuto was the first one to speak up.

"(Y/n), I'm sorry for acting like that. I just wanted to play volleyball so bad, but that doesn't excuse my actions. When the guys found you and you were shivering uncontrollably and bleeding, I didn't know what to do.

“On top of that, you were out there with.. our baby in you." After he had finished, tears fell from his somber, golden eyes.

I reached a hand to his face and wiped a tear away while he leaned into my hand.

"Kō, I forgive you. But a baby? We're still in school, and you have your volleyball career that you plan on pursuing, and I still don't know what I want to be." I nervously stated, my eyebrows furrowed with worry.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. We'll work through it together, okay? We'll be the greatest parents ever." He gave me the smile that I missed the most.

And that reassurance was all I needed to process that we could handle this together.

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a/n: this is from my book “Haikyuu x Reader One Shots” on Wattpad! I hope you enjoyed and let me know if you have any requests!

the header is made by me, please like/reblog if used <3

[scribblestatic]

Aaand here's the third one. I'll make a Masterpost for it soon.

Some more Preyzuku. I'm basing their class schedule off of this, which is an official 1-A Class Schedule as shown at a pop-up in Tokyo. However, despite not being an educator, I thought that some of the class placements were a little...off. So, just know, at all times, Hero Courses are after lunch and not split by lunch.

I know they have, like, "how to deal with press" classes and such, but it just feels kinda odd. So, I'd rather they take care of most of their "normal" classes in the morning before lunch, and their excitement over hero course activities keeps them awake and attentive after lunch. Again, I'm not an educator, so I can't really say if this is the best way to do things. But it's how this series does things, so yah.

Peace and love on the planet earth

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Warnings for this part include trypophobia, because I hate myself apparently (is trypophobic), canon-typical gore, mentions of eye trauma,

The trypophobia warning comes in when Izuku's scalp starts itching and ends at "What the fuck".

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"So, how was your first day with your 'problem child', Shouta?"

"I'm about 50% sure the kid's just autistic."

Present Mic looks up from his computer, blinking in surprise.

"Ehh? Really?"

Aizawa slumps into his chair. "Yup."

"What makes you think that?"

He starts sticking up fingers on one hand.

"Weird eye contact habits, for one. He generally doesn't look at anyone, but when he's focused, he's got one hell of a stare on him. Looks at you uncomfortably long, without blinking. Two, he actually seems to like following rules, despite what his records said, though maybe the right button just hasn't been pushed. Oh, and the stimming. Mumbling, rocking, swaying, that sort."

"Ah. Yeah. That sure sounds on the spectrum to me."

It makes the various marks on his record seem less like the signs of a problematic child and more like a child whose needs aren't getting met. Then there's how Bakugou acted around him, too.

Antagonistic was putting it lightly.

Aizawa logs in on his computer, listening as Yamada talks about how few students with noise-related quirks he's seen this year. Pulling up student records, instead of checking Midoriya's, he checks Bakugou's.

Medical records clear and concise. Glowing reviews of behavior on the letter of recommendation from their middle school homeroom teacher. High grades across the board. No criminal record.

And yet, the one who seemed more likely to cause issues was the blond kid with the explosion quirk, both in quirk and personality.

"Hmm."

He starts writing an email. He knows what's coming up tomorrow, so he wants to make sure the newbie teacher is clear on the uptake. The last thing he wants is trouble, especially when he's not around to prevent it from going south.

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[Investigating something. Don't let Bakugou Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku interact during the Battle Trial.]

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The next day, instead of Eraserzawa-sensei showing up for their post-lunch hero class, it's All Might.

Now, Izuku likes All Might. He's seen him in many videos of him, though he's never once caught him in person. And now, he can see him in person.

And he can't look at him.

His focus shifts involuntarily, and he see something within that makes his scalp itch.

The energy within All Might looks less like a flame and more like a circular dot matrix of them. The one in the middle is large and thrumming with energy.

The others are smaller, fading. Various sizes and shifting distances from the central force. Each is attached to the middle one by interlocking strands. Pulsating and incomplete. Gaping, like open little mouths.

It's uneven. It's ugly. It's wrong.

What the fuck.

It triggers such a strong sense of disgust and anxiety that he forcefully looks away and clenches his teeth to hold back the urge to gag. For a quick few moments, he uses one hand to scratch his scalp while the other scratches at his arm. Meanwhile, his whole body tingles with the painful urge to check that his body isn't trying to mimic its appearance.

He blinks his eyes open slowly, making sure his vision is back to normal.

But he can't manage to look at All Might again. Afraid his eyes will shift view again and cause him to see.

He doesn't scratch at his eyes, no matter how much they itch.

He can't. He won't.

He only has a few more days in the straitjacket and he'll be free and he's not gonna fuck it up now.

Okay. So. No face.

He cautiously looks toward the hero again as he announces what they'll be doing in class, talking about how they'll be putting on their hero suits. But his eyes stay at waist level and below. No further up, and definitely not his face.

His hands are large. There's hardened spots on them where calluses have made themselves at home. They're comforting to look at.

His vision doesn't forcefully shift.

Good. He will just have to know All Might by his hands and voice.

Which is incredibly loud in person actually, ouch.

---

Despite having been born quirkless, due to his years of experience in the heroics industry, All Might does not look very positively at the idea of training quirkless heroes.

He was surprised when Nedzu made the suggestion in the first place. Of course, even without his input, the Ministry of Education and Hero Public Safety Commission both said it wasn't a good idea. He'd thought that would be the end of it...

Until Nedzu told him one possibly good reason for it.

"You were formerly quirkless. I have a theory that, in transferring your quirk from one person to another, it may be better for the recipient to be quirkless. After all, we don't know what kind of reactions someone may have if they already have a quirk and then receive yours."

"But Shimura-sensei didn't have any problems, despite having a quirk of her own before she received One For All."

"Did she not have problems, or did she not tell you of them?"

That...did give him pause. It would be very like her to keep smiling through the pain, even until the end. If she was indeed dealing with a problem from obtaining One For All...

Bringing this point up to Sasaki-san gave his sidekick pause. After all, he was quite firmly set on young Togata inheriting his quirk, and All Might hadn't seen a reason to change that. But now, if there was indeed a threat to young Togata's life and quirk, they would need to reconsider their approach.

So, while the boy was still in the number one spot for inheritance, they were now considering other options, including the quirkless child who managed to beat out other students and cement his spot in Class 1-A.

And... Well.

All Might has worked with various personalities and people over the years. He meshed well with some and not so well with others. That was just the way heroics was. Some of the strangest people could have a good heart, and some of the kindest-looking people could be incredibly cruel. At the same time, sometimes if it looked like a duck, quacked like a duck, and waddled like a duck, it was indeed a duck.

Midoriya Izuku looks like he might be a problem. Especially with what he's doing right now.

All Might had already called the students up to get their hero uniforms, and despite having his suitcase in hand, the boy is still standing in front of him, looking more toward his hands than his face.

"Ah, could you repeat that, young man?"

The boy blinks softly.

"I want to know if you think I can be quirkless and still be a hero like you."

Holy Shit, what a loaded question, kid!

All Might laughs under his breath as he thinks of what to say. Who's to know who is listening right now? He knows very well how an errant sound clip can change one statement to another. Especially without any context to it!

"Well, if you don't mind me asking, what brings this thought about?"

"It's something I've been wondering from your perspective as the No. 1 hero. Do you think someone can become a hero like you, even without a quirk?"

"Ah, well. That is indeed a very deep question. It's perhaps a bit much to try answering it right now, especially when you have to change into your hero outfit!" And though he has three hours of Buff Might to spare each day, he already used up quite a bit of time doing hero work before his class! He can't spend too much extra time horsing around, you know? "So, why don't we discuss this at a later time, erh... Young Midoriya?"

The boy doesn't say anything for a moment, but he closes his eyes as he nods and turns away.

"Thank you for your answer."

"...Eh? I haven't answered yet."

He opens the door, not turning around. For a moment, he pauses, his mouth opening. But he shuts it a moment later and closes the door quietly after himself.

All Might sighs, rubbing the back of his head.

He hadn't answered...but perhaps the boy took that as an answer.

Because, if he was to be fully honest, he would say no. Of course, he'd clarify why that's his answer, but indeed, it's a no from him. Though, as to why the boy asked that question before their first hero class, he's not sure yet.

Well, fine. He'll just keep an eye on him.

---

Izuku chose his hero outfit purposefully.

He did not want anything flashy or particularly attention-grabbing. If anything, the less attention put on him, the better. So, he goes for the look of a biker.

He wears a black jumpsuit made of thick, durable material with extra padding along his knees and elbows. A techno turquoise half-body safety belt sits over it, pockets of medical and practical equipment held well within reach. His black cropped puffer jacket stops a bit short of his hips.

The sleeves of his jumpsuit go partially over his hands, with thumbholes allowing his gloved fingers to fit through. Much like construction gloves, the topside is black, with the bottom side stronger, more textured, and the turquoise color found on the rest of his outfit. It's also the only color on his steel-toed boots, a single strip of it running around the soles.

And, on his head, he wears a solid black helmet, a balaclava covering his neck.

"Aren't you hot under all those layers, kero?" Asui-san asks.

Izuku shakes his head.

"I tend to run cold. And I can take the jacket off."

"Ah, I understand. It's a very stealthy outfit."

"Thanks. Yours is cool, too. I like the goggles."

Everyone gathers together in their outfits, waiting and listening as All Might gives his instructions.

A battle simulation inside a building. Teams of two, facing head to head, with 15 minutes allotted for each battle. The battles themselves should take, at most, 75 minutes, with the remaining 30 minutes for deliberation and getting unsuited.

Since it was their first time doing such classes, their P.E. class would be shorter that day, with more free time given to sufficiently cool down and heal if there's any injuries.

Anyway, each team of two would either be heroes or villains, with the groupings done randomly to simulate how heroes sometimes didn't get to choose who they worked with.

All of the students pull lots with letters on them, grouping up together.

"Ah, looks like we're a team, Midoriya-kun!" Uraraka calls out.

He nods and shuffles over to where she is. Though, Kacchan shoulder checks him as they pass each other, leading him to stumble a bit. He hears the boy sneer as he passes.

"Are you okay? Geez...what's up with him? He's kind of a jerk, isn't he?"

"Mm."

"Now then, let's start by picking the first two contenders!" All Might announces, sticking his hands into a box. "The first hero team is..."

He pulls it out, showing it to everyone.

"Team C!"

Yaoyorozu huffs eagerly, and beside her, Shinsou nods quietly.

"The first villain team is... Team F!"

Satou cheers, his fists balled, and Kouda sweats anxiously as his teammate gives him a thumbs up.

"The villain team goes in first to set up! After five minutes, the hero team enters, and you go head to head! Young Satou, young Kouda, you two need to get into a villain's mindset! Don't be afraid to go all out, though I'll stop you if you take things too far. The rest of us, we'll watch via CCTV!"

With that announcement out of the way, they all went to the basement of the building while Kouda and Satou went inside first to find the fake bomb.

To Izuku's relief, there weren't any things down there, so he could look around freely. He honestly wanted to pay attention to the screen, so he's glad he doesn't have to avoid eye contact.

And, apparently, looking at the back of All Might's head doesn't cause his vision to shift uncomfortably either, so he's happy about that. He just...won't look the man in the face, that's all.

So, he flips the dark screen of his helmet out of the way and peers out, eyes fixing to and staying on the screen.

"Who do you think will win this one?" Uraraka-san asks. "Yaoyorozu-san's quirk is so cool...she can make just about anything! I think Kouda-kun and Satou-kun will have a hard time. Though, do you know what Shinsou-kun's quirk is?"

Izuku shakes his head.

"I don't either... He didn't use it during the assessment yesterday, so it's likely not something physical."

"A few of our classmates couldn't use their quirks to help. So, he likely has an emitter type."

"Mm!"

Izuku tilts his head in thought.

"Quirks often have an influence on the person's personality or habits to some extent. Eraser Head's quirk causes him to have dry eye, but he's also very intuitive and sees through people and their intent fairly quickly. Likewise, Yaoyorozu-san's multifaceted quirk has led to her growing up with creative ways to solve problems, using her wisdom to create solutions. So, with Shinsou-san sleeping often during breaks and looking tired, maybe his quirk has something to do with sleep."

Uraraka looks at him with wide eyes, mouth open. She readies herself to say something, but—

"Will you shut up, shitnerd? Who the hell wants to hear you being a fuckin' creep, huh?!"

Izuku doesn't look at Kacchan, who has turned his way, surely with some nasty look on his face.

"C'mon man, chill," Kirishima says. "I mean, I think he made a good guess."

"Of course that stalker bastard did. That's all he's good for," Kacchan snarks, glaring back toward the screens.

"Stalker? Whatd'ya mean?" Kaminari asks, though he doesn't get an answer.

"Settle down, now! The fight's about to begin!"

With All Might interrupting the conversation, they all tuned back in. Though, Uraraka leans toward Izuku.

"For the record, I think your theory is cool."

Izuku blinks. He then steals a quick glance toward her before looking forward again.

"...Thank you."

At the start of the fight, Kouda calls on some birds to watch over the outside of the building. He would be the one protecting the bomb. Meanwhile, Satou, hopped up on sugar, paces the halls looking for intruders.

Having anticipated this, Yaoyorozu hides nearby before throwing out a smoke bomb, clouding his vision. And though they can't hear the audio through the screens, they can see that Satou tries to respond to something before he abruptly goes still.

Shinsou, the boy dressed in an outfit not too different from Eraser Head's, steps out from behind the wall. He says something to Satou before they both walk together.

"Eh? What? What's happening?" Ashido asks.

"They're just walking together now? He's still on the villain side, isn't he?" another asks.

"He's using his quirk, I'm guessing. Otherwise, this wouldn't be happening. But what does his quirk do?"

Kouda, being informed of Satou walking together with Shinsou, panics back in his area. He then decides to try moving the bomb to another room, unsure of what's happening but not wanting to stay in one place.

However, Yaoyorozu hadn't stayed with the group, sneaking off after Shinsou did whatever he had with Satou. She formed some sort of goggles with her quirk and had them on as she headed up the floors at a faster pace. Using those goggles, she finds the floor Kouda is on, hiding just in time as he turned the corner, looking hurriedly for another room.

Yaoyorozu says something in her com, and Shinsou, having heard it, nods. He then flicks Satou on the back of the head, the boy blinking as he appears to come back to himself. However, when he raises his hand to touch the back of his head in confusion, he sees the capture tape wrapped around his wrist.

Shinsou pats Satou on the shoulder casually before heading off, leaving the boy dazed and confused.

"Sleepwalking," Izuku murmurs. "Two versus one. Not likely for Kouda to win."

And, sure enough, with both heroes cornering him, Kouda is forced to do hand-to-hand combat, but it's not his strong suit. He shuts his eyes as he tries to throw a punch, and Yaoyorozu, much more prepared, swiftly wraps his extended arm with the capture tape. Shinsou touches the bomb for good measure.

"Hero Team wins!" All Might announces, and that's the end of it.

Once the four are back, they start deliberating.

"The V.I.P. for this scenario was Young Yaoyorozu! Now then, who can tell me why?"

Hagakure raises a hand, her gauzy, pale white poncho flowing around her body. Even with her suit creating an iridescent silhouette for her, the material, in response to her quirk, is just barely visible—soon to go fully invisible once she focuses.

"Is it because she did the most? I mean, between the smoke bomb and the goggles..."

"She seemed to be the leader the whole time, too. If it was Shinsou-kun with someone else, I don't know what would've happened."

"Though, what is his quirk in the first place?"

As All Might explains where the students excelled and could improve, Izuku stares at the floor. He listens, sure, but he's also considering what he should do, since he feels like it will be his turn, soon.

"Now then, for the next two! The hero team is... Team A!"

Right. Sure.

"And the villain team is... Team D!"

Izuku pauses. Just a little further off, Kacchan looks surprised, but then he starts to grin.

He resists the urge to run his hands down his face and simply flicks the visor of his helmet closed.

[dronebiscuitbat]

Oil is Thicker Then Blood. (Part 14)

“N”

“Y-yeah?”

Uzi pulled him into her bedroom, looking so serious he was immediately nervous. Had he been too forward? Holding her like that had been rather obvious…

“What are we going to do!” She yelped throwing up her hands in indignation, sounding so angry, so angry in fact that her tail emerged, hissing.

“Tera. She… She's being! Grah!” Uzi couldn't even form words. Her fists were balled so tightly N could hear the tubing groan under the pressure she was putting them under, her eyelights were squeezed shut and she bared her fangs.

“Uzi…” He stepped forward, arms outstretched towards her.

She whipped around and glared at him with such an intensity that he stopped in his tracks, one of her eye's were crossed out in an “X”. And a low growl escaping her lips.

“Zi…” He repeated, still not going much closer to her. The X fissled out and the growling faded. She looked pained, like it was taking everything out of her to feel this way.

Then she turned away, tail falling silent as she looked down at the floor. N came slightly closer, stepping up behind her.

Only to realize she was trembling.

“What's wrong with this colony…?” She mumbled, sounding so dissapointed, so cold that he immediately felt the urge to apologize, even when he hadn't done anything wrong.

“They… I-” Words died in his throat, he didn't know how to help in this situation. He doubted that there were any words that could.

“They didn't even give her a chance! So what if she overheats? She's a baby! They can't just… just give up at the slightest inconvenience!”

“Uzi.” At his words she turned back at him, tears stained on her digital visor even though she seemed embarrassed of them. As she turned back to staring into the floor.

“What hope did I ever have…? If they do this to a baby?” Her voice cracked, and N caught her on the way down as her legs gave out, holding her incredibly gently. She was fighting sobs, it seemed that Uzi was the type to get so angry she began to cry.

“I'm sorry.” Is all he said, helping her stand back up on her own two feet. Before stepping back, he wasn't sure how thrilled she would be at physical contact while this… riled up and upset.

“You can't apologize for them N…” She said slowly, she was holding herself in her arms and her own tail wrapped around her, tightly, she sighed and turned back, trying to wipe the remnants of her tears away despite the fact they were inside her visor.

“I can't let her grow up without anybody… I just can't, She- I wouldn't ever be able to forgive myself.” She made her way to he desk chair and sat, her hands clasped together almost in prayer, if she'd been even the tiniest bit religious that is.

“Uzi you're 18. You live with your dad. You can't just-” He replied, putting his hand on the chair and looking down at her, he wasn't yelling, but somehow she still flinched away from him.

“I know! I know!”

“I just dont know… what else I can do.” She slumped, defeated, her fingers pinching the bridge of her nose (if she had one) her eyelights closed and her other hand gripping her chair.

There was a few moments of uncomfortable silence, N thought to himself the best course of action, what else could he do?

“I… can adopt her?” He said, uncertain in every way. He could, he was a little older, and he still wasn't sure how great of a father he would be. But, with the lack of other options…

“Wh-what?” Uzi sounded bewildered, looking up at him like he'd just grown a second head, which was fair, he somewhat felt like he had himself.

“I just talked to your dad today, I'll be getting an apartment in the bunker soon. I'd kinda wanted to surprise you with it but…” He smiled warily, trying to convince himself at this point along with her, but he was in the best position out of either of them now… right?

“I couldn't ask you to do that. You'd… that's a lot of responsibility.” She was looking at him now, and it felt very weird have such an adult conversation. He felt older, she looked older.

“I want to.” He began, sounding a little bit more confident about it; before deciding to say something that made it immediately dissolve “Tera is special to me. You are special to me, A-and I don't want either of you to feel like you're nothing.”

He paused, both because he didn't want to give anything away and because he wanted to give her comfort, it was getting frustrating, before he didn't need to think about it, he could just do, no overthinking required.

“You aren't nothing Zi…”

At this she looked away flustered, not expecting how soft his voice went, but that was like N wasn't it? Always thinking about her, about the wellbeing of other people.

“Are you sure?” She asked after a moment, trying to find the answer somewhere inside his visor, his confidence rose again.

“Yes. I'm sure, I'm definitely sure.”

“What about V? And… whatever the fuck is going on with Doll?” She asked, beginning to worry herself over the future, now with the prospect of an infant getting caught in the crossfire.

“Then… I'm the best suited to protect her right? I'm a walking, talking weapon. If Doll comes then I'll make sure she never even thinks about laying a hand on her.” He began, looking at his hands.

“You aren't a weapon N.” She immediately tried to argue, but he didn't let her, not this time.

“I am. But thats okay… I would rather be this way then a normal drone.” He admitted, remembering his powerlessness in the manor, how little control he had. “I can protect the… the people I care about this way.”

He didn't finish that the way he wanted to, with the people I love. But she didn't need to know that yet…

She went silent, looking down in thought, before suddenly she was gripping him, holding around his waist and squeezing with all her strength. It wasn't a small amount either, it had momentarily taken his breath away.

“You… uh. You have me too. To help you.” She stammered out, being unfamiliar with trying to comfort him. But he appreciated it nonetheless, wrapping his arms around her.

“I… I know.” He mumbled, nuzzling into her beanie slightly, he couldn't help it, and he didn't want to let go.

But it didn't seem like she did either, and the hug lasted into several minutes of them enjoying the others touch. He felt the butterflies in his core flutter uncontrollably, hers was too, uncertain smiles neither could see on both of their faces.

Then they pulled apart, neither looking at each other for a moment as they both willed themselves to calm down.

“N are you sure about this? I mean… you're going to be a dad!”

“Yeah…”

That did feel a little weird to think about, N being a dad, being responsible for a little fragile life.

“But… you'll be with me. Right?”

She blushed, violet taking over her face. This one he actually caught, and found the same gold taking over his.

“Yeah.”

---

It took Khan a couple of days to clean out his apartment (apartments, V got one right next door.) But N was vibrating in excitement, an apartment all to himself! That was… something he'd never had before.

Of course it was standard, a tan couch in the living room, a kitchen that looked identical to the one in the Doorman residence, and two bedrooms. Otherwise it was a completly blank slate. Until he filled it with more decorations. And it's other occupant…

That was still weird to think about. Even after the couple of days he'd had to think about it. He was about to become a dad.

He was excited and equally nervous. The sweat appearing on his visor whenever he thought about it too much. But he wasn't going at it alone, Uzi would be there, hopefully he'd learn quickly…

Speaking of, she was at the nursery, picking up the paperwork for him to fill out whitch was contributing to his nerves quite heavily. It would be official soon…

Until then though, he was exploring his apartment, glancing at the TV before heading into the master bedroom, where there was a dresser, and a closet in the corner. Maybe he could put a desk in here? Uzi would need somewhere to work.

That thought made him stop. Uzi had offered to help, not move in with him. They hadn't even discussed that actually, and the more he thought about it, why would she?

They weren't together, he hadn't told her anything about his feelings, still wanting to wait until they figured everything out. But with the introduction of Tera, things were now more complicated.

Maybe…. Maybe he should say something? It was likely she already suspected something at this point, he was incredibly awful about hiding his feelings and that was something he knew. Even if he had been doing a better job than usual.

And if she did suspect something, she didn't seem to be put off by it. She hadn't mentioned anything either, but she had been becoming more flustered recently, that could have easily been just because he'd been… subconsciously complimenting her, either through his words or touches; she'd always been shy about that.

Or she could feel somewhat of the same way about him, he hoped so. Being rejected sucked, but it would suck infinitely more if they didn't hang out anymore, which he was doubting more and more would ever end up happening. It would be awkward for awhile… but they could get through anything.

He… He was going to say something. Not today… he needed to think about it a little bit more, maybe test a little more to see if he could prove to himself she felt that way too. But he was going to say something.

“I got them!” He heard said crush walk into his apartment with a shout. Making his thoughts crash into each other. Right, adoption papers, him becoming a dad. Something entirely different to stress about.

Still he poked his head out of the bedroom. Smiling at her almost instinctually.

“G-great uh…” He trailed off, nerves overcoming him for a moment, he could no longer pretend this wasn't stressing him out greatly.

“I'll help you goober, come here.” She sat at the kitchen table, taking out yet another pen from one of her pockets and setting it next to the rather thick pamphlet of papers in front of her.

He gulped, but sat next to her all the same.

“It's not as overwhelming as it looks, it's just you signing your name like fifty times and some personal information.” She explained, and while he was skimming the first page, he found she was correct.

This document is for the purpose of record keeping. To insure no drone is left recordless or lost and provide insurance to guarantee satisfaction-

Legal jargon he didn't understand, but seemed to go on for several paragraphs, it was very official looking, and did nothing to calm his nerves. Something the drone next to him picked up on.

“Don't read too much of that, it's not a contract. All it's saying is that these will be put in the archives to be forgotten about.” She said, voice bored and a little monotone, but even so she smiled at him.

“Okay, uh, so what should I focus on?”

She flipped through the paperwork until she landed on a place he should sign, and pointed at it with the pen.

“Sign here.” She handed it to him after clicking it, and despite his trembling hand he managed.

Serial Designation N.

“You might need a last name.” She said after a moment, looking up at him.

“I don’t think I have one.” He admitted, he'd never really gone as anything else, and didn't quite know how to fill that part out.

“Elliot?” She suggested, but he almost immediately winced.

“I don't really want that as a last name…”

“Anything else?” She asked, and he thought for a moment before sighing, shaking his head.

“No…”

His signature then became;

S.D-N, Elliot

“Good enough, let's move on.”

They spent some time flipping through the papers, Uzi explaining the important bits to him if she deemed it important for him to know.

“Parent is required to send their child to school until the age of 21, or until child becomes independent.”

“Parent is required to install the following patches…”

“Parent is required to take thier child for routine hardware checks…”

“Alright, last one, it's where you fill out the parents personal information. Your contact information, your medical history, that kinda thing.” They finally reached the end, and N's processors was so full of information that he didn't think he could take anymore.

“Oh thank Robo-God…”

There were actually two sections to fill out, one for him, where he signed his name again and filled out the blanks with his system contact number, an email (Who the heck still uses e-mail?) And any medical history he deemed important. (Did being able to turn into a weird creepy snake crab count as a medical condition? If it did, he didn't add it.)

And the second section, for a second parent/caregiver in cases of emergencies, of which Uzi looked at for a moment, back up at him before she began to fill it out herself.

It made him stop and stare for a moment, almost in disbelief.

“I said I would help didn't I? Besides, it's just for the doctors in case they can't get ahold of you.” She explained, although she outright refused to look at him again, being focused on filling out her own information.

He slowly went back to doing the same. Trying hard to not read anymore into it. But seeing both their names down… it fueled the heavy weight in his core, that's for sure.

Next ->

[sorinethemastermind]

Trick or treat!

You pick all!

Well then... I suppose I'll reward you with a trick 😈 (idk if I'd call this a reward, actually. It's pretty angsty)

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Rayla fought against her bindings, the unyielding metal rubbing her wrists raw. "Come... on!" she growled, yanking desperately one last time before slumping back against the wall.

"You're only going to hurt yourself." Soren said from his place beside her.

"We can't do nothing."

"They'll find us." Soren said, voice sure. But when she turned to argue with him she could see the worry in his eyes. Rayla sighed. Snapping at Soren wouldn't make anything better.

"That's what I'm worried about." she admitted. "That they'll come for us, and he'll use us against them. That... that I'll have to do something I don't want to do."

"Hey." Soren bumped her with his foot. It was all he could do. "You're Rayla. He can't make you do anything."

"Not... Aaravos." Rayla muttered, the name like poison on her tongue. "I- I promised Callum I would-"

Her voice died in her throat and she squeezed her eyes shut, not even wanting to imagine. She could feel Soren's worried gaze on her, but she couldn't meet his eyes as she continued;

"I promised I would kill him."

She heard the sharp intake of breath at her words, the confusion and horror in Soren's stare. And it all tumbled out;

"I promised that, if Aaravos took control somehow, I would stop him. I would make sure he couldn't be used to hurt anyone he loved. Except... except he's someone I love, Soren!" Rayla exclaimed, all the weeks of fear boiling to the surface now that she couldn't ignore it anymore; couldn't pretend it wasn't a possibility. "I don't think I could live with myself if I did that to him, but... how could I live with myself knowing I broke my one promise to him?"

Her voice died off into a broken whisper, and for a long moment Soren didn't say anything. Then she heard the sound of metal clanking against stone as he stretched over to her, straining against the cuffs to press his shoulder against her's. She leaned into him, grateful for any semblance of comfort.

"It won't come to that." he said softly. "I promise."

They stayed like that until they heard the sound of someone coming, at which point Soren quickly moved back to where he'd been. But the footsteps didn't belong to Aaravos.

"Callum!" Rayla exclaimed, forgetting the chains in her haste to reach him. They pulled her back to the ground as quickly as she shot to her feet, throwing her down again to the cold stone of the floor. "Callum, is it really you?"

He tried to smile at her, but something was wrong, she could tell as soon as he set foot through the doorway and into the flickering torchlight of the dungeon.

"Callum?"

He staggered towards her, fists clenched, knuckles white. There was blood on him and for a moment she feared the worst, but she couldn't see any wounds. Not his blood, she realized, relief giving way to horror. But there's so much of it.

"Rayla. It's going to be okay." he whispered as he reached towards her, voice hoarse. And that was when she saw his eyes. Solid black, with just a pinprick of white where the pupil should have been. She gasped.

"Callum! What did you do?"

"You're going to be okay." he said again. "That's all.. that's all that matters."

He fumbled in the pouch on his belt and withdrew a key, his hands shaking as he used it to unlock first her cuffs, and then Soren's. As soon as he was done she went to him, taking his face in her hands and looking deep into his eyes. The inky blackness stared back, unfeeling. A tear slipped down his cheek and she wiped it away.

"Oh, Callum." she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close and burying her face in his neck. Her grip tightened, but it wasn't enough, she could feel him slipping away.

"Ez..." he said, voice thick, as though his words were wading through deep water. "Ez is upstairs. He'll.. he'll get you out."

"You're coming with me." Rayla said, lifting her head up to look at him, tears rolling freely down her face. "I'm not leaving you. Never again. We'll figure this out-"

"He's-" Callum stopped, his hand clenching where it clasped her own. He fought through it. "He's still out there. I only... I only wounded him."

"No-"

"You promised, Rayla."

"Callum, please." her voice broke, anything else she might have wanted to say devolving into uncontrollable sobs. She felt his hands spasm again, nails digging into her skin, and he broke away from her; staggered back against the wall.

"No. No, you're not going to win. Not this time, not ever." Callum spat, clutching at his head. "You're not going to use me ever again!"

There was a hand on Rayla's shoulder and she spun, reaching instinctively for blades that were no longer there. But it was Soren, his face a mask of pain. As their eyes met it melted away, replaced by a sad smile.

"Rayla." he said, and his smile wobbled. But he kept it there anyway, trying to stay strong for her. "You should go."

"Soren, I-"

"You should go." he said again, more forcefully this time. "You... you don't want to be here for this."

Callum's voice cut through the momentary silence before Rayla could say anything, his words like little daggers being pushed into her chest, one after the other. "He really would do anything for you, wouldn't he?"

Rayla shivered. She hated the sound of his words in Callum's mouth; mocking and vile. The man she loved would never sound like that. She turned to try and face him, but Soren's grip tightened on her shoulder, stopping her.

"Don't. This shouldn't be the last way you see him."

"But Callum-" she sobbed, seething with anger and frustration and fear. That aching helplessness welling up inside her, threatening to swallow her whole.

"You should go." Soren said again, his words simple, his meaning plain. "It's what he'd want."

He released her then, leaving the decision in her hands. She staggered away from them both, bitter tears running down her face as she ran for the stairs. She could hear Callum laughing behind her, his voice twisted and strange.

She could practically hear his voice in her ears. The Moonshadow Assassin who, can this be right? Is incapable of killing. And then she did hear it, following her up the stairs;

"Ah, the Failed Son. Come to finish what you started?"

Rayla ran, away from the man she loved, and away from the promise she couldn't keep. She ran and she didn't look back.

[queenshelby]

The Price for Fame (Part Two)

Pairing: Dark!Cillian Murphy x Innocent!Reader

Warning: Manipulation, Infidelity, Smut, Dub-Con, Age-Gap, Cillian is being a bully in this one. It's pure filth.

Three days later, on set, with tension running high, you found yourself back in Cillian's trailer again for another meeting. 

You had screwed up a few scenes, unable to concentrate on your performance due to the mental anguish from the arrangement you had in place with Cillian despite the fact thar you were engaged to a good catholic man.

"I am sorry, I am just having troubles focusing," you told him as soon as you sat foot in his trailer, looking at Cillian with a mixture of shame and frustration in your eyes. You knew that he was upset and that you were in for a lecture after the director had complained about your performance once again. 

"Close the door behind you," was all he said before leaning back in his chair a

You did as you were told and took a seat opposite him, your hands splayed nervously on your lap. 

"It's not like me to mess up my lines like this, honestly, it's just ... I don't know," you began, trying to explain your uncharacteristic lack of focus.

"Like I said, we need to address this urgently. I can't afford to not deliver on this movie, and you really need to pull yourself together Y/N,"  Cillian lectured, his eyes burning holes into you as if trying to force his indignation into your soul.

While part of you wanted to argue, to defend yourself, another part of you just shyly nodded, shrinking beneath his disapproving gaze.

"Yes, I'm really sorry, I just... I don't know. I can't seem to shake this lately," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper.

Cillian rolled his eyes impatiently.

"Listen, Y/N, I have half a mind to re-cast your role. I can't have you so unfocused and distracted when we're shooting such crucial scenes."

You looked at him, eyes wide with shock. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. You had dedicated so much time and energy to this role. You had even slept with him twice and now he was threatening to take it all away from you? The thought of losing your part in this film brought you to the brink of tears.

"Please, Cillian," you pleaded, your voice trembling with emotion. "I swear I'll do better. I just need some time to get myself back together."

Cillian leaned forward, his eyes locked on yours. "You have one week," he said, his tone stern. "One week to prove that you can focus and deliver a decent performance, or I'm replacing you."

You nodded frantically, feeling a mix of relief and desperation wash over you. You would do anything to keep your role in this film, even if it meant fighting through your personal struggles.

"Thank you Cillian ," you whispered, your shoulders slumping in exhaustion before you got up from your seat, causing him to shake his head.

"Don't leave just yet Y/N," he spoke gruffly, his tone dripping with need. You looked at him questioningly, your mind still spinning with the impending deadline.

"Come here and show me how thankful you are for this chance," Cillian demanded while suggestively unbuckling his belt.

"Please, Cillian. My fiancé is coming to visit me tonight. I can't do this," you pleaded with him, your desperation turning to panic.

Cillian chuckled before standing up from his seat and stalking towards you.

You backed away, your heart pounding in your chest as Cillian approached. But there was nowhere for you to go in the small trailer. He quickly closed the gap between you, pinning you against the wall.

"Do you want to keep your role in this movie?" he hissed in your ear, his warm breath causing you to shudder.

"Yes, yes, I do!" you stammered just before Cillian unzipped his jeans and freed his lengthy cock.

"Then prove it," he said, prompting you and, with your hands still shaking, you tentatively wrapped your fingers around his semi-hard shaft. 

Cillian's hands roamed your body, gently but forcefully, leaving no doubt that this was a sexually charged encounter. His large hands gripped your waist as he directed your own hand, guiding you to stroke his cock rhythmically.

You could feel his cock growing harder and thicker with every pump of your delicate hand.

"Good girl. Now get down on your knees," Cillian ordered you and you complied, hesitantly kneeling before him. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and your mind was racing with a mix of fear and guilt.

Feeling nauseous, you took a deep breath and stared at Cillian's cock which was already fully erect, dripping with pre-cum.

"Open your mouth, and stick out your tongue," Cillian demanded, his voice commanding and unyielding.

Reluctantly, you obeyed and stuck out your tongue, completely humiliated and submissive. Cillian smeared his pre-cum on your tongue with his finger, making you shudder with disgust.

"Hmm , good girl," he said, before he pushed his cock into your mouth, filling your mouth and throat, causing you to gag instantly. You tried to pull away, but Cillian gripped your hair tightly, preventing any escape.

"No, no, no. You're going to make me cum with that pretty little mouth of yours. Keep sucking it like a good little girl," Cillian moaned as he pushed himself deeper into your throat. The feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat and the taste of his pre-cum was nauseating and arousing at the same time while Cillian's grip on your hair kept you from pulling away.

Tears streamed down your cheeks and trickled down your neck as you tried to take slow, shallow breaths. You could feel yourself starting to gag on his cock, but Cillian's hold on your hair tightened, and he kept pushing further down your throat.

"That's it. Keep sucking. That's it. Swallow it all, baby," he whispered lewdly as he grabbed your head, pulling you down onto his cock more roughly.

You gagged again, your throat constricting around his thick shaft. Cillian, sensing your discomfort, slowed down, pumping in and out of your mouth more leisurely, giving you time to adjust.

As he continued, his movements became faster, his guts churning in anticipation of orgasm. 

" Fuck, you're getting better at this," he grunted, his tone strained with pleasure. You could feel his balls tighten, signalling that he was close to releasing.

"You are going to swallow every drop of my cum, aren't you Y/N?" Cillian asked, clearly enjoying the dominance he was exerting on you and the thought of swallowing his seed made you feel sick.  But you knew it was the price you had to pay if you wanted to keep your job so you nodded, meekly and obediently.

"Good girl," Cillian cooed as he began to thrust his hips more frantically, pumping in and out of your mouth. Before long, he let out a deep groan, his cock pulsing as he erupted inside of your mouth.

You could taste his bitter semen on your tongue, feeling it slide down your throat. You tried to swallow it as quickly as possible, not wanting to linger on the taste and texture.

Cillian finally pulled out of your mouth, a sated grin on his face. He tucked himself back into his jeans and zipped them up before sitting back down in his chair. "That was good," he said simply, leaving you kneeling on his floor with tears streaming down your face. "You can get up now," he added, not even bothering to apologize for what he had just done.

You slowly got to your feet, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. The taste  of Cillian's semen was still lingering on your tongue, making you feel even more disgusted with yourself.

"I need to go," you murmured quietly, your voice hoarse from the recent forced oral.

Cillian just nodded, a smug grin on his face. "Sure thing, but I want to see you again tonight, just before you see your fiancé," he said, not even bothering to look at you as you made your way to the door.

You couldn't help but feel a mix of shame and anger as you stepped out of his trailer, the door slamming shut behind you.

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The Celebrity Next Door: Chapter 3 - After Midnight

Pairings: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Chapter Summary: In the middle of the night, a connection forms.

Warnings: Panic attack, swearing, a little angst

Series Masterlist here!! & Main masterlist here!

The relentless banging shattered the silence of the night, jolting me awake from a deep slumber.

BANG… BANG… BANG…

My heart pounded in my chest as I stumbled towards the door, mind foggy with sleep. Glancing at the clock, the harsh glow of 2:00 am burned my eyes.

"Who the hell..." I muttered, irritation building as I swung open the door.

Under the porch light, Jensen’s children stood, their faces etched with fear and desperation.

"Guys, what’s going on?" I asked urgently, scanning their pale faces.

Katie, her hand trembling, grabbed mine and pointed towards their house. "Daddy’s not right. He’s breathing weird and sitting on the floor."

The boy, unmistakably Jensen’s son, rolled his eyes in frustration. "He's having some kind of a mental breakdown. He didn’t want us to call an ambulance. You’re the only one who knows he lives here."

I nodded quickly, grabbing my coat and slippers before following them back across the yard to their house.

Inside, their front door stood wide open, the darkness inside heavy. I strained to hear over the pounding in my ears, catching the sounds of grunts and laboured breathing.

The kids led me to the kitchen where my eyes fell upon Jensen, crouched and trembling. His hands gripped the kitchen island, his head lowered.

"Daddy, we got help," Katie whispered, her voice shaking.

Slowly, Jensen lifted his head, his surprise evident as he looked at me and then at the kids. "I... I said I'm fine, guys."

"Yeah, you look totally fine," the boy snapped back, arms folded defiantly.

Damn, this kid was definitely Jensen's son.

"Kevin, I swear..." Jensen muttered, his breathing worsening as he argued.

Katie squeezed my hand tighter, tears streaming down her cheeks. I knelt down in front of her, forcing a smile. "Your daddy's going to be okay. Go upstairs with Kevin and wait for him, okay? He'll be up soon."

Hesitantly, they headed upstairs, disappearing around the corner. I turned back to Jensen, his struggle for breath becoming painfully visible.

I knew exactly what this was, and it broke my heart: a panic attack. Whatever demons were tormenting him had finally caught up.

"I'm fine, Y/N," Jensen whispered weakly, barely audible over his ragged breaths.

I rolled my eyes, kneeling in front of him. "They were scared enough to come get me. That means you're not fine."

He attempted a breath, choking on it, coughing violently. Concern etched my features as I reached out, my hand on his back. "Jensen, what do you need? How can I help?"

He shook his head, a faint smile flickering. Slumping against the kitchen island, he looked disheveled, vulnerable, scared.

"I don't know... It's just a panic attack," he managed between shallow breaths, his hands running through his hair to try to even it out.

I nodded, inching closer, my hand seeking his. He hesitated, then grasped it tighter than I think he realized. Heat surged through me at his touch, a strange feeling compared to his icy behaviour.

"Okay, focus on breathing. I'll handle the distracting," I stated softly.

He nodded, his eyes pleading with mine. His chest heaved, hands trembling. He was far from okay, but he was trying to soldier through.

I racked my brain for something to say, struggling with the weight of the moment. Distracting myself was hard enough; distracting him seemed nearly impossible.

"You're doing great," he managed weakly, trying to lighten the mood.

Anger flashed beneath my concern as he turned back into his asshole self. "Fine, whatever," I snapped, starting to stand.

"Nono wait." His grip tightened on my hand, pulling me back down. His eyes silently begged me, his breath catching. "Just like you, that was my shitty attempt to lighten the mood, I'm sorry."

I softened, sitting back down beside him and gripping his hand firmly. Silence settled between us, the weight of the moment unmistakable.

"Okay," I began shyly, trying to break the tension. "Um..." Taking a deep breath, I pushed past my own discomfort. "I recently moved here from New York. It's a big change for me—I've never really left home before."

His breathing seemed to steady as he listened, a faint smile tugging at his lips. Encouraged, I continued, squeezing his hand gently.

"I've never been good at talking about myself," I admitted. "But your daughter, Katie... She's impossible to resist."

He chuckled softly, warmth spreading between us. "Yeah, she's special."

I laughed and took a deep breath before continuing. "Something you may have noticed is that I'm sort of a reserved person. I am sort of... awkward and shy."

He nodded gently and without noticing, starting rubbing his thumb against my hand. I leaned against the counter beside him as my nerves rose. "I'm sorry... I'm probably not doing a great job of distracting you."

His head turned towards me gently, and a smirk played at his lips. "No, you're doing great," he assured me softly.

Silence wrapped around us again, a calm in the midst of his storm. I took another deep breath, uncertain of how to proceed.

"So... You say you're a shy and reserved person, yet here you are with a stranger at 2:30 in the morning, coaching him through a panic attack," Jensen began, laughter bubbling up unexpectedly.

I met his gaze, surprised by his humour, as we both erupted in a fit of laughter. Resting my head against his shoulder, I enjoyed the moment of shared relief. Jensen sighed contentedly, leaning into me.

But reality struck me quickly. I hardly knew this man beyond his fame and how he's been acting the past two days, he didn't even want me here tonight, what was I doing?

Clearing my throat, I pulled away suddenly. "Um... How are you feeling?"

"Better. Thanks, Y/N," Jensen replied softly, his gaze avoiding me slightly, a hint of shyness coloring his appearance.

A smile tugged at my lips as I took a deep breath. "Of course. Do you... want to talk about what happened?" I asked quietly, sensing his nervousness.

He sighed deeply and leaned his head back, hands rubbing his face as if trying to regain composure. "Not yet. Maybe tomorrow? Come over for coffee. It's the least I can do."

I nodded, standing and offering my hand. His smirk softened, and he took my hand, pulling himself up with me.

As he walked me to the door, I sensed his hesitation to part. I turned to him, feeling nervous but genuine. "Well... Goodnight, Jensen."

"Goodnight, Y/N. See you tomorrow," he said warmly, his eyes meeting mine with a newfound warmth that sent a flutter through me.

Walking down his stoop to the streetlight, I glanced back at him in the doorway. He watched me, a gentle smile on his face as he waved goodbye.

Tomorrow held the promise of a new day, an adventure. And as I walked home, I couldn't help but wonder if this unexpected night had established something more between us.

As Jensen lay in bed that night, the events of the evening played over and over in his mind like a broken record.

He couldn't shake the image of Y/N kneeling beside him, her touch calming yet electrifying. Her presence had steadied him in a way he hadn't expected, her voice soothing the chaos of his panic.

But now, as he stared at the ceiling in the dim light filtering through his window, he felt a wave of confusion sweep over him. He had always prided himself on keeping his emotions in check, on maintaining a professional distance from those around him. Yet, Y/N had broken through that barrier effortlessly.

He found himself replaying her smile, her gentle reassurances, the way her eyes had held a mixture of concern and determination. It stirred something unfamiliar within him—a warmth that had nothing to do with the panic attack he'd just battled.

Could it be admiration? Maybe even attraction? Jensen sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He wasn't sure how to navigate these new feelings.

Y/N was his neighbour, someone he barely knew, someone he was cruel and cold to, someone he had no intention to know. But tonight had changed everything. She had seen him at his most vulnerable, and instead of pity or judgment, she had offered understanding and support.

Closing his eyes, Jensen replayed the sound of her voice, the touch of her hand in his. A small smile tugged at his lips as he realized that maybe, just maybe, this unexpected connection with Y/N was something worth exploring.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! Chapter 4 coming soon stay tuned!

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